Love Me Little, Love Me

You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity, Whose Influence Hath Allotted Death And Hell.

Love Is Not Ful Of Pittie (as Men Say) But Deaffe And Cruell, Where He Meanes To Pray.

Is It Not Passing Brave To Be A King And Ride In Triumph Through Persepolis?

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.

Why Should You Love Him Whom The World Hates So? Because He Love Me More Than All The World.