set first, my verse, in sealing wax
that it may avoid the passing day
for in its lines are passions taxed
to come to light when they’re away
from prying, spying jealous eyes
that may the songs misunderstand
thus must my poesy from all hide
’til set to candle by your hand.
and when the sacred seal is torn
the power of my love is born
inscribed first on the vellum’s rest
to be held but naked to your breast.