Nor long beare this torturing wrong,
For much corruption needfull is
20To fuell such a feaver long.
These burning fits but meteors bee,
Whose matter in thee is soone spent.
Thy beauty,'and all parts, which are thee,
Are unchangeable firmament.
25Yet t'was of my minde, seising thee,
Though it in thee cannot persever.
For I had rather owner bee