Mary Wroth
Love, thou hast all, for now thou hast me made
So thine, as if for thee I were ordained;
Then take thy conquest, nor let me be pained
More in thy sun, when I do seek thy shade,
No place for help have I left to invade,
That showed a face where least ease might be gained;
Yet found I pain increase, and but obtained
That this no way was to have love allayed,
When hot, and thirsty to a well I came
Trusting by that to quench part of my flame,
But there I was by Love afresh embraced;
Drink I could not, but in it I did see
Myself a living glass as well as she,
For Love to see himself in, truly placed.