text: Sweet shades why doe you seeke to give delight
      To mee who deeme delight in this vilde place
      Butt torment, sorrow, and mine owne disgrace
      To taste of joy, or your vaine pleasing sight;
  
  Show them your pleasures who saw never night
      Of greife, wher joyings fauning, smiling face
      Appeers as day, wher griefe found never space
      Yett for a sigh, a grone, or envies spite;
  
  Butt O on mee a world of woes doe ly,
      Or els on mee all harmes strive to rely,
      And to attend like servants bound to mee,
  
  Heat in desire, while frosts of care I prove,
      Wanting my love, yett surfett doe with love
      Burne, and yett freeze, better in hell to bee.