text: When I beeheld the Image of my deere
      With greedy lookes mine eyes would that way bend,
      Fear, and desire did inwardly contend;
      Feare to bee markd, desire to drawe still neere,
  
  And in my soule a speritt wowld apeer,
      Which boldnes waranted, and did pretend
      To bee my genius, yett I durst nott lend
      My eyes in trust wher others seemed soe cleere,
  
  Then did I search from whence this danger rose,
      If such unworthynes in mee did rest
      As my stervd eyes must nott with sight bee blest;
      When jealousie her poyson did disclose;
  
  Yett in my hart unseense of jealous eye
  The truer Image shall in triumph lye.