5 O my Thoughts, my Thoughts surcease,
Your delights my woes encrease,
My life fleetes with too much thinking:
Thinke no more, but die in mee,
Till thou shalt received bee,
At her lips my Nectar drinking.
Finis Syr P. S.
Transcriber’s Note
List of changes made to the text to correct suspected printing errors (by comparison with other editions):
Page 4, “romes” changed to “comes” (comes forth her grace).