¶VVhy hunt I then for colour or excu
ses?
¶All Orators are dumbe when Beautie pleadeth,
¶Poore wretches haue remor
se in poore abu
ses,
270Loue thriues not in the hart that
shadows dreadeth,
¶Affection is my Captaine and he leadeth.
¶_And when his gaudie banner is di
splaide,
¶_The coward fights, and will not be di
smaide.
¶Then childi
sh feare auaunt, debating die,
275Re
spect and rea
son waite on wrinckled age:
¶My heart
shall neuer countermand mine eie;
¶Sad pau
se, and deepe regard be
seemes the
sage,
¶My part is youth and beates the
se from the
stage.
¶_De
sire my Pilot is, Beautie my pri
se,
280_Then who feares
sinking where
such trea
sure lies?
¶As corne ore-growne by weedes:
so heedfull feare
¶Is almo
st choakt by vnre
si
sted lu
st:
¶Away he
steales with open li
stning eare,
¶Full of foule hope, and full of fond mi
stru
st:
285Both which as
seruitors to the vniu
st,
¶_So cro
sse him with their oppo
sit per
swa
sion,
¶_That now he vowes a league, and now inua
sion.