Long I will not after tarrie:
There unseene thou maist be bold
Those faire wonders to behold,
Which in them my hopes do carrie.
4 Thought, see thou no place forbeare,
Enter bravely everiewhere,
Seaze on all to her belonging:
But if thou wouldst garded bee,
Fearing her beames, take with thee
Strength of liking, rage of longing.