Then, O, then, let that suffice!
Your dear eyes

Need not, need not more afflict me!
Nor your sweet tongue, dipped in gall,
Need at all

From your presence interdict me!

Unto him that hell sustains,
No new pains

Need be sought, to his tormenting!
Oh! my pains, hell's pains surpass;
Yet, alas,

You are still new pains inventing!

By my love, long, firm, and true,
Borne to you;

By these tears, my grief expressing ;

By this pipe, which, nights and days,
Sounds thy praise:

Pity me! my fault confessing!

Or if I may not desire
That thine ire

May, with penance, be suspended;

Yet let me full pardon crave,
When I have,

With soon death, my fault amended!

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URANIA'S ANSWER,
IN INVERTED RHYMES,
STAFF [=STANZa] for Staff.

SINCE true penance hath suspended
Feignèd ire;

More I'll grant than you desire!

Faults confessed are half amended;
And I have,

In this half, all that I crave!

Therefore, banish now the terror
Which you find

In your guiltless grievèd mind!

For, though you have made an error,
From me, wretch!

First beginning it did fetch!

Ne'er my sight I'll interdict thee
More at all!

Ne'er speak words more, dipped in gall!
Ne'er, ne'er, will I more afflict thee
With these eyes!

What is past shall now suffice!

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Now new joys I'll be inventing!
Which, alas,

May thy passèd woes surpass.

Too long thou hast felt tormenting!
Too great pains

So great love and faith sustains!

Let these eyes (by thy confessing,
Worthy praise!)

Never see more nights, nor days!

Let my woes be past expressing!
When, to you,

I cease to be kind and true.

Thus are both our states amended!
For you have

Fuller pardon than you crave!

And my fear is quite suspended;
Since mine ire

Wrought th' effect I most desire.

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THAT ONLY HER BEAUTY AND VOICE

PLEASE HIM.

PASSION may my judgement blear!
Therefore, sure, I will not swear
That others are not pleasing:

But (I speak it to my pain;
And my life shall it maintain!)
None else yields my heart easing!

Ladies, I do think there be,
Other some as fair as She;
Though none have fairer features!
But my turtle-like affection,
Since of her I made election,
Scorns other fairest creatures!

Surely, I will not deny
But some others reach as high,
With their sweet warbling voices:

But since her notes charmed mine ear,
Even the sweetest tunes I hear,
To me, seem rude, harsh noises!

UPON HER PROTESTING, THAT NOW,
HAVING TRIED HIS SINCERE AFFECTION,
SHE LOVED HIM.

LADY! you are with beauties so enriched
Of body and of mind;

As I can hardly find,

Which of them all hath most my heart bewitched.

Whether your skin so white, so smooth, so tender, Or face so lovely fair,

Or long heart-binding hair,

Or dainty hand, or leg and foot so slender;

Or whether your sharp wit and lively spirit,
Where pride can find no place;
Or your most pleasing grace;

Or speech which doth true eloquence inherit.

Most lovely, all, and each, of them doth move me
More than words can express:
But yet I must confess

I love you most; because you please to love me!