I Grace inuoke, which had would make me pray,
To Thee (great Ladie, great and glorious to:)
I pray to Thee, as to a Comforts Staie,
Then, lett my comfort still bee tyde thereto
To Thee my whole Man is dyaphanall;
The Raies of whose Witts Eyes pierce through mee quite:
Who (like a Goddesse) seeth all in All
Which in me is, or Fowle, Faire, Wrong, or Right:
If ought be Faire or Right in mee, it is
Not mine, but Thine, whose Woorth possesseth mee:
But if ought fowle bee in mee, or amisse.
I hate for That, for that its not for Thee:
If I bee All amisse, I All assigne
To Shame, and Sorow, sith no part is Thine.