I Aske but right: let he that caught me late,
Either loue, or cauſe that I may neuer hate.
I aske too much, would ſhe but let me loue her,Ioue knowes with ſuch like prayers I daily moue her,
Accept him that will ſerue thee all his youth,
Accept him that will loue with ſpoteleſſe truth.
If loftie titles cannot make me thine,
That am deſcended but of Knightly line.
Soone may you plow the little land I haue,
I glady grant my parents giuen, to ſaue.Apollo, Baccus, and Muſes may,
And Cupid who hath markt me for thy pray.
My ſpoteleſſe life, which but to Gods giue place.
Naked ſimplicity, and modeſt grace.
I loue but one, and her I loue, change neuer,
If men haue faith, I'le liue with thee for euer.
The yeares that fatall deſtinie ſhall giue,
I'le liue with thee, and dye, ere thou ſhalt grieue.
Be thou the happy ſubiect of my bookes,
That I may write things worthy thy faire lookes.
By verſes horned Io got her name,
And ſhe to whom in ſhape of Swanne Ioue came.
And he that on a fain'd Bull ſwamme to land,
Griping his falſe hornes with her virgin hand.
So likewiſe we will through the world be rung,
And with my name ſhall thine be always ſung. A 3vELE