To His Mistrisse -

Grace full of grace though in these verses heere
My loue complaynes of others then of thee
Yet thee alone I lou'd and they by mee
(Thow yet vnknowne) only mistaken were
Like him which feeles a heate now heere now there
Blames now this cause now that vntill he see
The fire indeed from whence they caused bee
Which fire I now doe knowe is yow my deare
Thus diverse loues dispersed in my verse
In thee alone for ever I vnite
But follie vnto thee more to rehearse
To him I flye for grace that rules aboue
That by my Grace I may liue in delight
Or by his grace I never more may loue.
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