Ah Licia, sigh and say thou art my own; 
Nay, be my own, as you full oft have said. 
So shall your truth unto the world be known, 
And I resolved where now I am afraid. 
And if my tongue eternize can your praise, 
Or silly speech increase your worthy fame, 
If ought I can, to heaven your worth can raise, 
The age to come shall wonder at the same. 
In this respect your love, sweet love, I told, 
My faith and truth I vowed should be forever. 
You were the cause if that I was too bold; 
Then pardon this my fault or love me never. 
But if you frown I wish that none believe me, 
For slain with sighs I'll die before I grieve thee.