Zepheria :: :: University of Virginia Library

Though like an exile from thine eyes diuorc'd,
In solitarie dungeon of refuse
I liue (impatient that I liue perforc'd
From thee deare obiect of mine eyes a recluse:
Yet that deuine Jdæa of thy grace,
The life-immagerie of thy loues sweet souenance
Within mine heart shall raigne in soueraigne place:
Nay shall it euer pourtray other semblance?
No neuer shall that face so fayre depaynted
Within the loue-limn'd tablet of mine hart
Emblemisht be, defaced or vnsaynted,
Till death shall blot it with his pencill dart:
Yet then in these limn'd lines enobled more,
Thou shalt suruiue richer accomplisht then before.