text: Long have I longd to see my love againe,
  Still have I wisht, but never could obtaine it;
  Rather than all the world (if I might gaine it)
  Would I desire my loves sweet precious gaine.
  Yet in my soule I see him everie day,
  See him, and see his still sterne countenaunce,
  But (ah) what is of long continuance,
  Where majestie and beautie beares the sway?
  Sometimes, when I imagine that I see him,
  (As love is full of foolish fantasies)
  Weening to kisse his lips, as my loves fees,
  I feele but aire: nothing but aire to bee him.
  Thus with Ixion, kisse I clouds in vaine:
  Thus with Ixion, feele I endles paine.