My fayre, if thou wilt register my loue,
    More then worlds volumes shall thereof arise;
    Preserue my teares, and thou thy selfe shall proue
    A second flood downe rayning from mine eyes. 
    Note but my sighes, and thine eyes shal behold
    The Sun-beames smothered with immortall smoke;
    And if by thee, my prayers may be enrold,
    They heauen and earth to pitty shall prouoke. 
    Looke thou into my breast, and thou shall see
    Chaste holy vowes for my soules sacrifice: 
    That soule (sweet Maide) which so hath honoured thee,
    Erecting Trophies to thy sacred eyes;
      Those eyes to my heart shining euer bright,
      When darknes hath obscur’d each other light.

Amour 3

    My thoughts bred vp with Eagle-birds of loue,
    And, for their vertues I desiered to know,
    Vpon the nest I set them forth, to proue
    If they were of the Eagles kinde or no: 
    But they no sooner saw my Sunne appeare,
    But on her rayes with gazing eyes they stood;
    Which proou’d my birds delighted in the ayre,
    And that they came of this rare kinglie brood. 
    But now their plumes, full sumd with sweet desire,
    To shew their kinde began to clime the skies: 
    Doe what I could my Eaglets would aspire,
    Straight mounting vp to thy celestiall eyes. 
      And thus (my faire) my thoughts away be flowne,
      And from my breast into thine eyes be gone.

Amour 4

    My faire, had I not erst adorned my Lute
    With those sweet strings stolne from thy golden hayre,
    Vnto the world had all my ioyes been mute,
    Nor had I learn’d to descant on my faire. 
    Had not mine eye seene thy Celestiall eye,
    Nor my hart knowne the power of thy name,
    My soule had ne’er felt thy Diuinitie,
    Nor my Muse been the trumpet of thy fame. 
    But thy diuine perfections, by their skill,
    This miracle on my poore Muse haue tried,
    And, by inspiring, glorifide my quill,
    And in my verse thy selfe art deified: 
      Thus from thy selfe the cause is thus deriued,
      That by thy fame all fame shall be suruiued.

Amour 5

    Since holy Vestall lawes haue been neglected,
    The Gods pure fire hath been extinguisht quite;
    No Virgin once attending on that light,
    Nor yet those heauenly secrets once respected;
    Till thou alone, to pay the heauens their dutie
    Within the Temple of thy sacred name,
    With thine eyes kindling that Celestiall flame,
    By those reflecting Sun-beames of thy beautie. 
    Here Chastity that Vestall most diuine,
    Attends that Lampe with eye which neuer sleepeth;
    The volumes of Religions lawes shee keepeth,
    Making thy breast that sacred reliques shryne,
      Where blessed Angels, singing day and night,
      Praise him which made that fire, which lends that light.