LIVE with me still, and all the measures 
Played to by the spheres I'll teach thee; 
Let's but thus daily, all the pleasures 
The moon beholds, her man shall reach thee. 
 
Dwell in mine arms, aloft we'll hover, 
And see fields of armies fighting: 
Oh, part not from me! I'll discover 
There all but [?] books of fancy's writing. 
 
Be but my darling, age to free thee 
From her curse, shall fall a-dying; 
Call me thy empress, Time to see thee 
Shall forget his art of flying.