Then with those eyes he lookes, loe by and by,
Each soule doth at Loves feete his weapons lay,
Glad if for her he give them leave to die.
When he will play, then in her lips he is,
Where blushing red, that Loves selfe them do love,
With either lip he doth the other kisse
But when he will for quiets sake remove
From all the world, her hart is then his roome:
Where well he knowes, no man to him can come.
My words I know doe well set forth my minde,