My God, if writings may
          Convey a Lordship any way
Whither the buyer and the seller please;
                    Let it not thee displease,
If this poore paper do as much as they.

                    On it my heart doth bleed
          As many lines, as there doth need
To passe itself and all it hath to thee.
                    To which I do agree,
And here present it as my speciall deed.

                    If that hereafter Pleasure
          Cavill, and claim her part and measure,
As if this passed with a reservation,
                    Or some such words in fashion;
I here exclude the wrangler from thy treasure.

                    O let thy sacred will
          All thy delight in me fulfill!
Let me not think an action mine own way,
                    But as thy love shall sway,
Resigning up the rudder to thy skill.

                    Lord, what is man to thee,
          That thou shouldst minde a rotten tree?
Yet since thou canst not choose but see my actions;
                    So great are thy perfections,
Thou mayst as well my actions guide, as see.

                    Besides, thy death and bloud
          Show’d a strange love to all our good:
Thy sorrows were in earnest; no faint proffer,
                    Or superficiall offer
Of what we might not take, or be withstood.

                    Wherefore I all forgo:
          To one word onely I say, No:
Where in the deed there was an intimation
                    Of a gift or donation,
Lord, let it now by way of purchase go.

                    He that will passe his land,
          As I have mine, may set his hand
And heart unto this deed, when he hath read;
                    And make the purchase spread
To both our goods, if he to it will stand.

                    How happie were my part,
          If some kinde man would thrust his heart
Into these lines; till in heav’ns court of rolls
                    They were by winged souls
Entred for both, farre above their desert!1