Sweet stay a while why will you rise?
The light you see comes from your eyes
The day breakes not it is my heart
To thinke that you and I must part.
O stay or else my joyes must dye
And perish in their infancie.

Deare let me dye in this faire breast
Farre sweeter then the Phoenix next.
Love raise desire by his sweete charmes
Within this circle of thine armes
And let thy blissefull kisses cherish
Mine infant joyes that else must perish.