Ha! there Shee goes, that goes away with me;
And here stand I, that haue her in my Hart:
Shee flees from me, and yet I with her flee:
For no Diuision can vs wholy part.
Faire fall thee buxome Aire that yet dost hold
The sent of her late presence, for thy grace:
Thou dost sweete Aire, but what the Heauens wold,
If they so happy were it to embrace.
Who breaths this Aire, their breath most sweet must be,
Through it, before the Aire made most vnsweet;
On It Ile liue, till She returne to me,
To take the aire which from hir first did fleet:
And then in Words she shall receaue the Same
That shall be sweetned with hir praise, and Name.