57IF Loue make me forsworn, how shal I swere to loue?

58O, neuer faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed:

59Though to my selfe forsworn, to thee Ile constant proue,

60those thoghts to me like Okes, to thee like Osiers bowed.

61Studdy his byas leaues, and makes his booke thine eies,

62where all those pleasures liue, that Art can comprehend:

63If knowledge be the marke, to know thee shall suffice:

64Wel learned is that toung that well can thee commend,

65All ignorant that soule, that sees thee without wonder,

66Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admyre:

67Thine eye Ioues lightning seems, thy voice his dreadfull thunder

68which (not to anger bent) is musick & sweet fire

69 Celestiall as thou art, O, do not loue that wrong:

70 To sing heauens praise, with such an earthly toung.