To CASTARA. Of the chastity of his Love.

WHy would you blush Castara, when the name
Of love you heare? who never felt his flame,
Ith' shade of melancholly night doth stray,
A blind Cymmerian banisht from the day.
Let's chastly love Castara, and not soyle
This Virgin lampe, by powring in the oyle
Of impure thoughts. O let us sympathize,
And onely talke ith' language of our eyes,
Like two starres inconjunction. But beware
Left th' Angels who of love compacted are,
Viewing how chastly burnes thy zealous fire,
Should soa…ch thee hence, to joyne thee to their quire.
Yet take thy flight: on earth for surely we
So joyn'd, in heaven cannot divided be.