text: Desire, though thou my old companion art,
  And oft so clings to my pure Love that I
  One from the other scarcely can descry,
  While each doth blow the fire of my heart,
  Now from thy fellowship I needs must part;
  Venus is taught with Dians wings to fly;
  I must no more in thy sweet passions lie;
  Virtues gold now must head my Cupids dart.
  Service and honor, wonder with delight,
  Fear to offend, will worthy to appear,
  Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my sprite:
  These things are let me by my only dear;
  But thou, Desire, because thou wouldst have all,
  Now banished art. But yet alas how shall?