Upon Her Hiding Her Face from Him

Go, wailing accents, go.
With my warm tears and scalding tears attended,
To th' author of my woe,
And humbly ask her, why she is offended.
Say, dear, why hide you so
From him your blessed eyes,
Where he beholds his earthly paradise,
Since he hides not from you
His heart, wherein love's heav'n you may view?