text: Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty
  Runs this poor river, charged with streams of zeal:
  Returning thee the tribute of my duty,
  Which here my love, my youth, my plaints reveal.
  Here I unclasp the book of my charged soul,
  Where I have cast th'accounts of all my care:
  Here have I summed my sighs, here I enroll
  How they were spent for thee; look what they are.
  Look on the dear expenses of my youth,
  And see how just I reckon with thine eyes:
  Examine well thy beauty with my truth,
  And cross my cares ere greater sum arise.
  Read it sweet maid, though it be done but slightly;
  Who can show all his love, doth love but lightly.