I. br If in me anger, or disdaine br In you, or both, made me refraine br From th' noble intercourse of verse, br That only vertuous thoughts rehearse; br Then, chaste Ellinda, might you feare br The sacred vowes that I did sweare. br br II. br But if alone some pious thought br Me to an inward sadnesse brought, br Thinking to breath your soule too welle, br My tongue was charmed with that spell; br And left it (since there was no roome br To voyce your worth enough) strooke dumbe. br br III. br So then this silence doth reveal br No thought of negligence, but zeal: br For, as in adoration, br This is love's true devotion; br Children and fools the words repeat, br But anch'rites pray in tears and sweat.