William Alexander, Earl of Stirling[1567(?)-i64o]To AURORA
¶O IF thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm,And dost prejudge thy bliss, and spoil my rest;Then thou would'st melt the ice out of thy breastAnd thy relenting heart would kindly warm .
¶O if thy pride did not our joys controul,What world of loving wonders should'st thou see!For if I saw thee once transform'd in me,Then in thy bosom I would pour my soul;