Loue, By Sure Proofe I May Call Thee Vnkind, That Giu'St No Better Ear To My Iust Cries; Thou Whom To Me Such Good Turnes Should Bind, As I May Well Recount, But None Can Prize: For When, Nak'D Boy, Thou Couldst No Harbour Finde In This Old World, Growne Now So Too, Too Wise, I Lodgd Thee In My Heart, And Being Blind By Nature Borne, I Gaue To Thee Mine Eyes; Mine Eyes! My Light, My Heart, My Life, Alas! If So Great Seruices May Scorned Be, Yet Let This Thought Thy Tygrish Courage Passe, That I Perhaps Am Somewhat Kinne To Thee; Since In Thine Armes, If Learnd Fame Truth Hath Spread, Thou Bear'St The Arrow, I The Arrow-Head.