Giue mee (faire- Sweete ) the Mapp, well coulored,
Of that same little World , your selfe, to see
Whether those Zones of hott Loue, and colde Dreade
Bee so extreame in you, as th' are in mee.
If on the Hart (that small Worlds Center greate)
Such Heate , and Cold their vtt'most Powers imploy
No Thoughts could dwell therein for Cold , and Heate
Which my distem'pred-dismall Thoughts annoy
But, if I finde the Climes more temperate
In your World then in mine, Ile thether send
My Thoughts by Colonies , in wretched State,
Sith there, for thwith, they cannot choose but mend:
And by your temp'rance, when they betterd bee
If you'l transplant Them, Them re-plant in mee.