Loue Once Would Daunce Within My Mistres Eye, And Wanting Musique Fitting For The Place, Swore That I Should The Instrument Supply, And Sodainly Presents Me With Her Face: Straightwayes My Pulse Playes Liuely In My Vaines, My Panting Breath Doth Keepe A Meaner Time, My Quau'Ring Artiers Be The Tenours Straynes, My Trembling Sinewes Serue The Counterchime, My Hollow Sighs The Deepest Base Doe Beare, True Diapazon In Distincted Sound: My Panting Hart The Treble Makes The Ayre, And Descants Finely On The Musiques Ground; Thus Like A Lute Or Violl Did I Lye, Whilst The Proud Slaue Daunc'D Galliards In Her Eye.