text: Time only cause of my unrest
  By whom I hopd once to bee blest
      How cruell art thou turned?
  That first gavst lyfe unto my love,
  And still a pleasure nott to move
      Or change though ever burned;
  
  Have I thee slackd, or left undun
  One loving rite, and soe have wunn
      Thy rage or bitter changing?
  That now noe minutes I shall see,
  Wherein I may least happy bee
      Thy favors soe estranging.
  
  Blame thy self, and nott my folly,
  Time gave time butt to bee holly;
      True love such ends best loveth
  Unworhty love doth seeke for ends
  A worthy love butt worth pretends
      Nor other thoughts itt proveth:
  
  Then stay thy swiftnes cruell time,
  And lett mee once more blessed clime
      To joy, that I may prayse thee:
  Lett mee pleasure sweetly tasting
  Joy in love, and faith nott wasting
      And on fames wings Ile rayse thee:
  
  Never shall thy glory dying
  Bee untill thine owne untying
      That time noe longer liveth;
  Tis a gaine such tyme to lend:
  Since soe thy fame shall never end
      Butt joy for what she giveth.