To a Lady singing

While I listen to thy Voice,

Chloris, I feele my life decay,

that pow'rfull noyse cal's

my fleeting soul away;

O suppress that magick sound,

which destroyes without a wound!

peace! peace, Chloris, peace, or singing dye,

that together thou and I

to heav'n may go;

for all we know of what the blessed doe above,

is that they sing, and that they love.