When I more large thy praises forth shall show
That all the world thy beauty shall admire,
Desiring that most sacred nymph to know
Which hath the shepherd's fancy set on fire;
Till then, my dear, let these thine eyes content;
Till then, fair love, think if I merit favor;
Till then, oh, let thy merciful a**ent
Relish my hopes with some comforting savor.
So shall you add such courage to my muse
That she shall climb the steep Parna**us hill,
That learned poets shall my deeds peruse
When I from thence obtainèd have more sk**.
And what I sing shall always be of thee
As long as life or breath remains in me!