IX. Drowne not with teares
Drowne not with teares my deerest Loue
Drowne not with teares my deerest Loue, Those eyes which my affections
moue, Doe not with weeping those lights blinde, Which me in thy subiection binde, Time that hath
made vs two of one, And forst thee now to liue alone, Will once againe vs revnite,
To shew how shee can Fortune spight, Then will we our time redeeme, And hould our howres in
more esteeme, Turning all our sweetest nights, Into millions of delights, And striue with
many thousand kisses, To multiply, to multiply exchange of blisses, exchange of blisses.
