Faustus and Firmius sing to their Nymph by turns

Firmius. Of mine own self I do complain,
And not for loving thee so much,
But that indeed thy power is such,
That my true love it doth restrain,
And only this doth give me pain;
For fain I would
Love her more, if that I could.

Faustus. Thou dost observe who doth not see.
To be beloved a great deal more;
And yet thou shalt not find such store
Of love in others as in me;
For all I have I give to thee.
Yet fain I would
Love thee more, if that I could.

Firmius. O try no other shepherd swain,
And care not other loves to prove;
Who though they give thee all their love.
Thou canst not such as mine obtain;
And wouldst thou have in love more gain?
O yet I would
Love thee more, if that I could.

Faustus. Impossible it is, my friend.
That anyone should me excel
In love, whose love I will refell.
If that with me he will contend;
My love no equal hath, nor end.
And yet I would
Love her more, if that I could.

Firmius. Behold! how love my soul hath charm'd!
Since first thy beauties I did see
(Which is but little yet to me),
My freest senses I have harm'd
(To love thee), leaving them unarm'd;
And yet I would
Love thee more, if that I could.

Faustus. I ever gave and give thee still
Such store of love as Love hath lent me;
And therefore well thou mayst content thee,
That Love doth so enrich my fill;
But now behold my chiefest will,
That fain I would
Love thee more, if that I could.