I am a little world made cunningly

Of Elements, and an Angelike spright,

But black sinne hath betraid to endlesse night

My worlds both parts, and (oh) both parts must die.

You which beyond that heaven which was most high　

Have found new sphears, and of new lands can write,

Powre new seas in mine eyes, that so I might

Drowne my world with my weeping earnestly,

Or wash it, if it must be drown'd no more:

But oh it must be burnt; alas the fire　

Of lust and envie have burnt it heretofore,

And made it fouler; Let those flames retire,

And burne me ^o Lord, with a fiery zeale

Of thee and thy house, which doth in eating heale.