Hei mihi quod vidi

LOOKE how the Limbeck gentlie downe distil's,
In pearlie drops, his heartes deare quintescence:
So I, poore Eie, while coldest sorrow fills,
My brest by flames, enforce this moisture thence
In Christall floods, that thus their limits breake,
Drowning the heart, before the tongue can speake.

Great Ladie, Teares haue moou'd the savage feirce,
And wrested Pittie, from a Tyrants ire:
And drops in time, do hardest Marble peirce,
But ah I feare me, I too high aspire,
Then wish those beames, so bright had never shin'd,
Or that thou hadst, beene from thy cradle blind.