Bee not proud cause fair and trim

Bee not proud cause fair and trim,

But let those lips be tasted,

Those eyes will hollow prove and dim;

That lip and brow be wasted,

And to love whole be perswaded,

Sullied slowr's or beauty faded.

O thou art soft as is the ayre,

Or the words that court the faire,

Then let those flames by Lovers felt,

That scorch'd my heart, make thine to melt.