Though glimpse of thee I did,

yielded such sweet delyces.

And bifor I knew my hertes longing urge,

twas lost in your sight;

Fair damsels pale next to thee,

as lingering thoughts bring sheer delyces.

Yet vouchen not my feeling rare,

undigne times ten I am of thee;

Dare I not looke up for feare

by chance, your gaze would befall me.

And eye would meet, and plesaunce play,

so lost to thine sweet flour;

Forever then would I be yours,

mixed the lingering of desires.

Let my derne stay with thee,

and no one else;

Holding the thoughts of Love-drury rare,

Befall - to happen or occure

Bifor - before

Derne – Secret

Delyces - delights, delicate feelings

Feare, - fear

Flour – flower, choice part, suprime beauty

Herte – heart

Heven - Heaven

Love-drury – passionate love, affection

Plesaunce- pleasure, delight, pleasing object or experience

Undigne – unworthy