Now cease my wandring eyes,
Strange beauties to admire,
In change least comfort lies,
Long joys yield long desire.
One faith one love,
Makes our fraile pleasures eternal,
And in sweetnesse prove.
New hopes new joys,
Are still with sorrow declining,
unto deepe agonies.
One man hath but one soule,
Which art cannot divide,
If all one soule must love,
Two loves most be denide,
One soule one love,
By faith and merit united cannot remove,
Distracted spirits,
Are ever changing & haplesse in their delights.
Nature two eyes hath given,
All beautie to impart,
Aswell in earth as heaven,
But she hath given one hart,
That though wee see,
Ten thousand beauties yet in vs one should be,
One stedfast love,
Because our harts stand fixed although our eyes do moue.
