VII.

Yea, let my life and me Fix here with thee, And at the humble foot Of this fair tree, take our eternall root. That so we may 65 At least be in Loue's way; And in these chast warres, while the wing'd wounds flee So fast 'twixt Him and thee, My brest may catch the kisse of some kind dart, Though as at second hand, from either heart. 70