All my wits hath will enwrapped

All my wits hath will enwrapped,

All my sense desire entrapped.

All my faith to fancy fixed,

All my joys to love amixed.

All my love I offer thee,

Once for all yet look on me.

Let me see thy heavenly feature,

Oh heavens, what a heavenly Creature,

All the powers of heaven preserve thee,

Love himself is sworn to serve thee,

Princess in a Goddess' place,

Blessed be that Angel's face.

Looke how Love thy servant dieth,

Hark how Hope for comfort crieth,

Take some pity on poor Fancy,

Let not Fancy prove a franzy,

Comfort this poor heart of mine,

Love and I and all are thine.