Then since I loued thee (alone)
Remember me when I am gone.
Scarce had he these last words spoken,
But me thought his heart was broken;
With great griefe that did abound,
(Cares and griefe the heart confound)
In whose heart (thus riu'd in three)
Eliza written I might see:
In Caracters of crimson blood,
(VVhose meaning well I vnderstood.)