Come when I cal or tarrie til I come
if you bee deafe I must prove dumb.

Stay a while my heavnly joy I come with wings of love
when envious eyes time shal remove.

If thy desire ever knew the griefe of delay
no danger could stand in thy way.

O die not ad this sorrow to my griefe
that languish here wanting relief.

What need wee languish? can love quickly flie
feare ever hurts more than jealousie.

Then securely envie scorning
let us end with joy our mourning
jealousie still defie
and love till we die.