A verse or two written Extempore, vpon a sight of a Gentlewoman
I SIGH to see thee sigh:
the iust occasion why,
God knowes: and I, perhappes
can gesse, vnhappily.
But whatsoeuer I thinke
I meane to let it passe:
And thus, in secrete sorte to thinke
vnto my selfe (alas)
Poore little seely soule,
God quickly comfort thee,
Who could his sighes refraine a Dame
in such sad sorte to see?
The cause whereof I gesse
but not the remedy:
I would I could a medicine frame
to cure thy mallady
For if it were in mee,
or if it euer bee.
To doo the thing, oh noble Dame
in deede, to comforte thee:
My hart, my hand, my sword,
my purse, which (though) but small
At your commaund I offer heere
all ready at your call.
Of which if any shrinke,
when you vouchsafe to trie:
As I deserue, disdaine me then
and God then let me dye.
And thus, from honest harte
as one your faithfull friend,
In few vnfayned friendly wordes
farewell: and so an ende.