e

    Profane, to t thee.

    Coming and staying shee,

    But rising makes me doubt, t now

    t not thou.

    t love is weak wrong as he ;

    tis not all spirit, pure and brave,

    If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have ;

    Percorc ready be,

    Men lig out, so t h me ;

    t to kindle, gost to come ; then I

    ill dream t  else would die.