But Petrarchs Laura; while our famous Thames
Doth murmur Sydneyes Stella to her streames
Yet hast thou Severne left, and she can bring
As many quires of Swans, as they to sing
Thy glorious love: Which living shall by thee
The onely Sov'raigne of those waters be.
Dead in loves firmament, no starre shall shine
So nobly faire, so purely chaste as thine.
To Vaine hope.
