My Ladies haire in candlelight
With raven beauty dark doth shine,
As flute she plays to my delight:
Now light as aire, now sweet as wine.
         
And oft she lays her piping by
For songs glad-sung in such devise
That I, heart-sore, can onlie sigh,
And look, and long for Paradise.
         
I sweare her voice, in Heavens praise
Must make the Angells looke below,
And in my heart such joy doth raise
As were my banishment to show.
         
My Ladie bright! Would that my love
Could hallow'd bee unto thy sight,
And I thy steadfaste lover prove
Through blessed day to joyous night.