For Queen Elizabeth I

Farewell too faire too chast but too too cruell
discretion never quenched fire with swords
Why hast thou made my heart thine angers fuell
and now would kill my passions with thy words.
This is prowd beauties true anatamy
if that secure severe in secrecie farewell.

Farewell too deare and too too much desired
Unlesse compassion dwelt more neere by heart
Love by neglect though constant oft is tired
And forct from blisse unwillingly to part
This is prowd beauties &c.