[Shut not sweet brest]
Shut not, shut not sweet brest to see me all of fire
Shut not, shut not sweet brest to see me all of fire,
Thy snow inflames these flames of my desire, Thy snow ni'll hurt me
This cold wil coole me Take the chast fire to that pure virgin snow.
Thou giust more blisse thā mortall harts may know,
Let one griefe harme vs, and one ioy fill vs, let one loue warme vs, &
one deth kill vs, and one death kill vs.
Flie not, Flie not, flie not deer hart to find me all of snow,
and I desire desire sweet flames to know. Nor thy fire wil harm me
and this heate will warm me, being now thus warmd ile neuer seeke other fire. more blisse I
take then Angels can desire. Let one griefe harme vs and one ioy fill vs, let one loue
warm vs & one death kill vs. & one death kill vs.