And haste their ebb by your divine aspect
In which the pleasure of my life doth growe:
Stay not so long for though it seem a wonder
You keepe my bodie and my soule asunder.
FINIS.
〈Tongue-tied Love.〉
FAIRE eies do not think scorne to read of Love
That to your eies durst never it presume,
Since absence those sweet wonders do〈th〉 remove