When we were parted

When we were parted,

Though but for a while,

From my brest started

A post ev'ry mile:

But I feare, none were directed

From your bosome to me;

For a beauty so affected,

Looks for Love custome free.

Tis then no marveill

My state should decay,

Brought to be servil

And kept from my pay.

But ingratefull to the giver,

Know the Sea as your King,

Can as well exhaust a river,

As you suck up a spring.

And though triumphing

You rowle to the Main

Small streams are something

And part of your train.

Use me gently then that follow

Made by custome so tame,

I am silent whilest you swallow

Both my tears, and my name.