39267Why hunt I then for colour or excuses?

268All Orators are dumbe when Beautie pleadeth,

269Poore wretches haue remorse in poore abuses,

270Loue thriues not in the hart that shadows dreadeth,

271Affection is my Captaine and he leadeth.

272 And when his gaudie banner is displaide,

273 The coward fights, and will not be dismaide.

40274Then childish feare auaunt, debating die,

275Respect and reason waite on wrinckled age:

276My heart shall neuer countermand mine eie;

277Sad pause, and deepe regard beseemes the sage,

278My part is youth and beates these from the stage.

279 Desire my Pilot is, Beautie my prise,

280 Then who feares sinking where such treasure lies?

41281As corne ore-growne by weedes: so heedfull feare

282Is almost choakt by vnresisted lust:

283Away he steales with open listning eare,

284Full of foule hope, and full of fond mistrust:

285Both which as seruitors to the vniust,

286 So crosse him with their opposit perswasion,

287 That now he vowes a league, and now inuasion.