p. 555
When[584] thou sighst, thou sigh'st not wind, but sigh'st my soule away
When thou weep'st unkindly kind, my lifes blud doth decay
It cannot bee
That thou lov'est mee as thou sai'est, if in thine my life thou wast,
Thou art the best of mee.[585]
In some high mynded Ladies grace to stand
Ever provided that her liberall hand 30
Pay for the Vertues they bestow upon her
And soe long shees the miracle and the honor