Classic Poem

Within my Soule I sensiblie doe feele
A motion , which my Mind's attention markes;
That is, to strike Loue's Flint against Truthe's Steele
More hard, to kindle thy loue by the Sparkes:
But if the fire come not so freely foorth
As may inflame the Tinder of thy loue ,
The tender of my Zeale shalbe hencefoorth
Offred in flames , that to thy grace shal move:
Which is their Spheare where they desire to rest,
And resting there they wil in glorie shine;
I am thine owne by double interrest
Sith once I vow'd my selfe to thee and thine ,
O then had I but single loue of you ,
I should bee double bound to W .