There was a time, (to speak, whereof I faint
Sith That that was, nere lou'd the ducking Frir'e)
When I might pray to you, as to my Saint,
And you wold grant, or further my desire.
But, you reiect (as superstitious)
The praiers which I now do make to you
And (tearming them as vaine, as vitious)
You bend from me, when I to you do bow.
If I with you commit Idolatry
It is an easie error, sith you be
An Image but too like the Deity
For Fleshy Eyes the difference to see:
But, if you would haue me my Conscience kill
Bid me not loue you, that wil do your will.

Deere, if thou wilt that I shall call thee Deere ,
(Who art most deere how euer thou-art cald!)
Endeere mee to thy Loue past price, and peere,
By louing mee that to thy loue am thrall'd
Yet feare I Freedome, as I feare thy hate:
For, nought but thie fixt hate can make me free:
And, though reliet. Ile be no Reprobate
To gentle Loue, nor yet to cruell Thee!
He bee thy Vassall though free-borne I am,
Sith they are highe-borne whom thy loue sustaines:
Then let me liue to beare thy Vassalls name,
Yet liue to make thee labour for my paines:
That by that paines, and laboure, thou, and I
May gert our Like, to liue in when wee dy.