Let love increase.
Thou art my star, be not irregular. 1653.[396]
Without thy love I backward move. 1613.
Thine eyes so bright are my chief delight. 1653.
This intimates true lovers’ states. 1653.
Thou wert not handsome, wise, but rich;
’Twas that which did my eyes bewitch. 1658.[397]
As we begun, so let’s continue. 1658.
What the eye saw the heart hath chosen. 1658.
More faithful than fortunate. 1658.