1 All my wittes hath will inwrapped, All my sence desire intrapped. Al my faith to fancy fixed, All my ioyes to loue amixed. All my loue I offer thee, Once for all yet looke on mee. 2 Let me see thy heauenly feature, Oh heauens what a heauenly Creature, All the powers of heauen preserue thee, Loue himselfe is sworne to serue thee, Princesse in a Goddes place, Blessed be that Angels face. 3 Looke how loue thy seruant dyeth, Harke how hope for comfort crieth, Take some pitty on poore fancy, Let not fancie proue a franzie; Comfort this poore hart of mine, Loue and I and all are thine.
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