Equalitie To two fair Mistresses

Shal I freize between two fires?
Or doth a numness ceaze on me?
Each star inflames me with desires,
Yet which to chuse I cannot see
Since reason admires equally.

Then give me both
For faith and troth
I should be 'oath
Each should not pleased be.

Or you who so perfect are,
That nature hath her self outdone
In making you bright lights so fair!
Rule by your turns! that so each one
May cool the heat oth' to'other Sun!

And Love me both!
For faith and troth
I should be loath,
Each should not pleased be.