To a Mistris in whose Letter some Tears were dropt.
THink not my dearest Mistris, that I can
Forget my vows to thee, and be a man:
Love is for more then life, that's but a span.
Those drops which on thy Letter did appear,
At once both stain'd and made thy paper clear,
I would have read thy eyes, and not thy tear.
Yet Ile not chide thee for it, it may be
To make me rich thou sentst those pearls to me:
Alas, I must be poor in wanting thee.
Had I a thought about me did not lay
Thee up a treasure to my love, Ide say
Thy tears were sorrow for my sin, and pray.