Delia 1: Unto the boundless Ocean of thy…

Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty

Runs this poor river, charged with streams of zeal:

Returning thee the tribute of my duty,

Which here my love, my youth, my plaints reveal.

Here I unclasp the book of my charged soul,

Where I have cast th'accounts of all my care:

Here have I summed my sighs, here I enroll

How they were spent for thee; look what they are.

Look on the dear expenses of my youth,

And see how just I reckon with thine eyes:

Examine well thy beauty with my truth,

And cross my cares ere greater sum arise.

Read it sweet maid, though it be done but slightly;

Who can show all his love, doth love but lightly.