Love now no fire hath left him,
We two betwixt us have divided it.
Your eyes the light hath reft him,
The heat commanding in my heart doth sit.
O that poore Love be not for ever spoyled,
Let my heat to your light be reconciled.
So shall these flames, whose worth
Now all obscured lyes:
—Drest in those beames—start forth
And dance before your eyes.
Or else partake my flames
(I care not whither)
And so in mutuall names
Of Love, burne both together.