184Are errors of the blood none of the mind:

185Loue made them not, with acture they may be,

186Where neither Party is nor trew nor kind,

187They sought their shame that so their shame did find,

188And so much lesse of shame in me remaines,

189By how much of me their reproch containes,

28190Among the many that mine eyes haue seene,

191Not one whose flame my hart so much as warmed,

192Or my affection put to th, smallest teene,

193Or any of my leisures euer Charmed,

194Harme haue I done to them but nere was harmed,

195Kept hearts in liueries, but mine owne was free,

196And raignd commaunding in his monarchy.

29197Looke heare what tributes wounded fancies sent me,

198Of palyd pearles and rubies red as blood:

199Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me

200Of greefe and blushes, aptly vnderstood

201In bloodlesse white, and the encrimson'd mood,

202Effects of terror and deare modesty,

203Encampt in hearts but fighting outwardly.

30204And Lo behold these tallents of their heir,

205With twisted mettle amorously empleacht

206I haue receau'd from many a seueral faire,

207Their kind acceptance, wepingly beseecht,

208With th'annexions of faire gems inricht,

209And deepe brain'd sonnets that did amplifie

210Each stones deare Nature, worth and quallity.

31211The Diamond? why twas beautifull and hard,

212Whereto his inuis'd properties did tend,

213The deepe greene Emrald in whose fresh regard,

214Weake sights their sickly radience do amend.

215The heauen hewd Saphir and the Opall blend