Define my weal, and tell the joys of Heav'n; 
Express my woes, and show the pains of Hell; 
Declare what fate unlucky stars have giv'n, 
And ask a world upon my life to dwell; 
Make known the faith that Fortune could not move; 
Compare myu worth with others' base desert; 
Let virtue be the touchstone of my love, 
So may the heav'ns read wonders in my heart; 
Behold the clouds which have eclips'd my sun, 
And view the crosses which my course do let; 
Tell me if ever since the world begun 
So fair a rising had so foul a set, 
And see if Time (if he would strive to prove) 
Can show a second to so pure a love.