Nor will I more describe my dayly deadly strife, My publike wrongs, my priuate woes, mislucks in loue and life:

[toiles, That would but vexe the world for to extend my In painting forth particularly my many formes of foiles.

No, none in speciall I purpose to bewray,

[ay. But one as all, and all as one, I mind to mourne for For being justly weigh'd, the least that I lament, Deserues indeed to be bewail'd, til th' vse of th' eyes be spent;

And since I should the least perpetually deplore, The most again, though maruellous, can be bemon'd

no more.

SONET.

LONG time I did thy cruelties detest,
And blaz'd thy rigour in a thousand lines:
But now through my complaints thy vertue shines,
That was but working all things for the best:
Thou of my rash affections held'st the raines,
And spying dangerous sparkes come from my fires,
Didst wisely temper my enflam'd desires,

With some chaste fauours, mixt with sweet disdaines:
And when thou saw'st I did all hope despise,
And look'd like one that wrestled with despaire,
Then of my safetie thy exceeding care,

Show'd that I kept thine heart, thou but thine eyes:
For whilst thy reason did thy fancies tame,
I saw the smoke, although thou hidst the flame.

SONET.

AWAKE, my Muse, and leaue to dreame of loues, Shake off soft fancie's chaines, I must be free, I'le perch no more vpon the mirtle tree,

Nor glide through th' aire with beautie's sacred doues;

But with Ioue's stately bird I'le leaue my nest,
And trie my sight against Apolloe's raies:
Then if that aught my vent'rous course dismaies,
Vpon the oliue's boughes I'le light and rest:
I'le tune my accents to a trumpet now,
And seeke the laurell in another field,

Thus I, that once, as beautie meanes did yeeld,
Did diuers garments on my thoughts bestow:
Like Icarus I feare, vnwisely bold,

Am purpos❜d others' passions now ť vnfold.