Sweet shades why doe you seeke to give delight …
Lady Mary Wroth
Come darkest night, becoming sorrow best; …
Love like a jugler, comes to play his prise, …
When I beeheld the Image of my deere …
Love leave to urge, thou know’st thou hast the hand; …
Time only cause of my unrest …
Love peruse me, seeke, and finde …