Another.

I Did believe I was in Heav'n
When first the Heav'n her self was giv'n,
That in my heart her beams did passe
As some the Sun keep in a glasse,
So that her Beauties thorow me
Did hurt my Rival-Enemy.
But fare alass! decreed it so,
That I was Engine to my woe;
For as a corner'd Christal Spot
My heart Diaphanous was not,
But solid Stuffe, where her Eye flings
Quick fire upon the catching strings:
Yet as at Triumphs in the Night,
You see the Princes Arms in Light;
So when I once was set on flame,
I burnt all ore the Letters of her Name.