Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art, And Oft So Clings To My Pure Loue That I One From The Other Scarcely Can Discrie, While Each Doth Blowe The Fier Of My Hart; Now From Thy Fellowship I Needs Must Part; Venus Is Taught With Dians Wings To Flie; I Must No More In Thy Sweet Passions Lie; Vertues Gold Must Now Head My Cupids Dart. Seruice And Honour, Wonder With Delight, Feare To Offend, Will Worthie To Appeare, Care Shining In Mine Eyes, Faith In My Sprite; These Things Are Left Me By My Onely Deare: But Thou, Desire, Because Thou Wouldst Haue All, Now Banisht Art; But Yet, Alas, How Shall?