Come when I cal, or tarrie til I come
If you bee deafe I must prove dumb

Stay a while my heavn’ly joy, I come with wings of love
When envious eyes time shal remove

If thy desire ever knew the griefe of delay
No danger could stand in thy way

O die not, ad this sorrow to my griefe
That languish here, wanting relief

What need wee languish? can love quickly flie:
Feare ever hurts more than jealousie

Then securely envie scorning
Let us end with joy our mourning
Jealousie still defie
And love till we die