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| IN what torne ship soever I embarke, | |
| That ship shall be my embleme of thy arke; | |
| What sea soever swallow mee, that flood | |
| Shall be to mee an embleme of thy blood; | |
| Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise | 5 |
| Thy face, yet through that maske I know those eyes. | |
| Which though thou turne away sometimes, | |
| They never will despise. | |
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| I sacrifice this iland unto thee, | |
| And all whom I loved there, and who loved mee; | 10 |
| When I have put our seas ’twixt them and mee, | |
| Put thou thy seas betwixt my sinnes and thee. | |
| As the tree’s sap doth seeke the root below | |
| In winter, in my winter now I goe | |
| Where none but thee, th’ Eternal root | 15 |
| Of true love, I may know. | |
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| Nor thou, nor thy religion dost controule | |
| The amourousnesse of an harmonius soule; | |
| But thou wouldst have that love thyselfe. As thou | |
| Art jealous, Lord, so I am jealous now; | 20 |
| Thou lov’st not till, from loving more, thou free | |
| My soule. Whoever gives, takes libertie: | |
| O, if thou car’st not whom I love, | |
| Alas, thou lov’st not mee. | |
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| Seale then this bill of my divorce to all | 25 |
| On whom those fainter beames of love did fall; | |
| Marry those loves, which in youth scattered bee | |
| On Fame, Wit, Hopes, (false mistresses!) to thee. | |
| Churches are best for prayer that have least light: | |
| To see God only I goe out of sight: | 30 |
| And to scape stormy dayes I chuse | |
| An everlasting night. | |
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