[Love-Lines.]

Stay lovely boy! why flyest thou mee that languish in theis flames for thee? I'me black 'tis true--why so is night, yet louers in darke shades delight: the whole World, doe but close thyne eye will appeare as black as I; or open'd, view but what a shade is by thyne owne fayre body made, that follows thee where ere thou goe: Ah, who allow'd would not doe so? lett mee for euer dwell so nigh, and thou shalt need no shade but I.