My sight took pay, but (thank my charms!)
I now impale her in mine arms;
(Love's compasses confining you,
30Good angels, to a circle too.)
Is not the universe strait-laced
When I can clasp it in the waist?
My amorous folds about thee hurled,
With Drake I girdle in the world;
I hoop the firmament, and make
This, my embrace, the zodiac.