Love Lines

Stay lovely boy! why flyest thou mee
that languish in theis flames for thee?
I'me black 'tis true--why so is night,
yet louers in darke shades delight:
the whole World, doe but close thyne eye
will appeare as black as I;
or open'd, view but what a shade
is by thyne owne fayre body made,
that follows thee where ere thou goe:
Ah, who allow'd would not doe so?
lett mee for euer dwell so nigh,
and thou shalt need no shade but I.