When thirsty griefe in Wine we steepe

As when she ceas'd, we sighing saw The floore lay pav'd with broken hearts.

Heere wee'l strippe and coole our fire In Creame below, in milke-baths higher: And when all Well's are drawne dry, I'le drink a tear out of thine eye.

If to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone; Then my Lucasta might I crave Pity from blustring winde, or swallowing wave.

Though Seas and Land betwixt us both, Our Faith and Troth, Like separated soules, All time and space controules: Above the highest sphere wee meet Unseene, unknowne, and greet as Angels greet.

Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, That from the Nunnerie Of thy chaste breast, and quiet minde, To Warre and Armes I flie.True; a new Mistresse now I chase, The first Foe in the Field; And with a stronger Faith imbrace

So did she move; so did she sing Like the Harmonious spheres that bring Unto their Rounds their musick's ayd; Which she performed such a way, As all th' inamour'd world will say The Graces daunced, and Apollo play'd.