And doth a flame of fire resemble,
wch mounting high & burning cleere
yet ever more doth wane & tremble.
5My loue doth see & still admire,
Admiring breedeth humblenes;
blind loue is bold, but my desire
the more it loues presumes ye lesse.
My loue seekes no reward or glory
10but wth it self it self contenteth,