An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia,
And quickly make that, which was nothing, All,
So doth each teare,
15Which thee doth weare,
A globe, yea world by that impression grow,
Till thy teares mixt with mine doe overflow
This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.
O more then Moone,
20Draw not up seas to drowne me in thy spheare,