Phillis :: :: University of Virginia Library

These fierce incessant waues that streame along my face,
Which show the certaine proofe of my nere-ceasing pains,
Fayre Phillis are no teares that trickle from my brains:
For why such streames of ruth, within me find no place.
These floods that wet my cheeks, are gathered frō thy grace
And thy perfections, & from hundreth thousand flowers
Which from thy beauties spring: wherto I medly showers
Of Rose and Lillyes to, the collours of thy face.
My loue doth serue for fire, my hart the fornace is,
The aperries of my sighes augment the burning flame,
The Limbique is myne eye that doth distill the same:
And by how much my fire is violent and slye,
By so much doth it cause the waters mount on hie,
That showre from out mine eyes, for to asswage my misse.