Wer ist der unterzeichnete W. S.?

My thoughts are winged with hopes, my hopes with love, Mount love unto the moone in clearest night And saie, as she doth in the heaven move In earth so wanes and waxeth my delight, And whisper this but softlie in her eares How ofte doubt hange the head and trust shed teares. And you, my thoughts that seem mistrust do rarye(?) If for mistrust my mistris do you blame Saie, though you alter yett you do not varye As shee doth change and yett remaine the same. Distrust doth enter hartes but not infect And love is sweetest seasoned with suspect. If shee, for this, with clouds do mask her eyes And make the heavens dark with her disdaine, With windie sights disperse them in the skyes, Or with thy teares derobe them in to rayne. Thoughts, hopes and love returne to me no more Till Cinthia shyne as shee hath done before. W. S.