To my worthy witty, long-approued, and beloued Friend, Mris. Ioyce Ieffreies

MAny a weary Winter haue I past
since first our eyes strange-lookes did interchange:
But now (deare Friend, that is; as kinde, as fast)
Time, in Lifes Reere, or vitall-Powres doth range.

My Layes of Loue, are now turn'd all to Psalmes
and Hymnes addrest to Heau'n; which my yong dayes
Did most offend: Then, now, I craue this Almes,
that thou, for me, on These, our God wilt praise.

When Time, and Thwarts haue taught the humbled-sp'rit
that all, saue loue and feare of God, is vaine;
By Grace and Nature we take most delight
in paines, which may preuent eternall paine:
Then, if thy Will doe match thy Wit (deare Friend)
On these Feete maist thou trauell to that END.