My Girle, thou gazest much
vpon the golden Skies:
Would I were Heauen, I would behold
thée then with all mine eies.

Modernised: "The Lover to his Lady, that gazed much up to the Skies" My Girl, thou gazest much Upon the golden skies: Would I were Heaven, I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes. | "To his Ladie, that by hap when he kissed hir and made hir lip bleed, controld him and tooke disdaine"