OE here behold these tributarie Teares

Paid to thy faire, but cruell tyrant Eyes;

Loe here the blossome of my youthfull yeares,

Nipt with the fresh of thy Wraths winter, dyes,

Here on Loues Altar I doo offer vp

This burning hart for my Soules sacrifice;

Here I receaue this deadly-poysned Cu[p]

Of Circe charm'd; wherein deepe Magicke lyes.

Then Teares (if thou be happie Teares indeed),

And Hart (if thou be lodged in his brest),

And Cup (if thou canst helpe despaire with speed);

Teares, Hart, and Cup conjoyne to make me blest:

Teares moue, Hart win, Cup cause, ruth, loue, desire,

In word, in deed, by moane, by zeale, by fire.