Lady Mary Wroth - "Yet is their hope: Then Love but play thy part" lyrics

Yet is their hope: Then Love but play thy part Remember well thy self, and think on me; Shine in those eyes which conquer'd have my heart; And see if mine be slack to answer thee: Lodge in that breast, and pity moving see For flames which in mine burn in truest smart Exiling thoughts that touch inconstancy, Or those which waste not in the constant art, Watch but my sleep, if I take any rest For thought of you, my spiritt soe distressed As pale, and famish'd, I, for mercy cry; Will you your servant leave? Think but on this; Who wears love's crown, must not do so amiss, But seek their good, who on thy force do lie.