Without thy love I backward move.
Thine eyes so bright are my chief delight.
This intimates the lover’s states.
My life is done when thou art gone.
This hath no end, my sweetest friend.
Our loves be so, no ending know.
Love and joye can never cloye.
The pledge I prove of mutuall love.
I love the rod and thee and God. 1646.
All I refuse, but thee I chuse.