531Though in our liues a seperable spight,

532Which though it alter not loues sole effect,

533Yet doth it steale sweet houres from loues delight,

534I may not euer-more acknowledge thee,

535Least my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,

536Nor thou with publike kindnesse honour me,

537Vnlesse thou take that honour from thy name:

538 But doe not so, I loue thee in such sort,

539As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

541AS a decrepit father takes delight,

542To see his actiue childe do deeds of youth,

543So I , made lame by Fortunes dearest spight

544Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.

545For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,

546Or any of these all, or all, or more

547Intitled in their parts, do crowned sit,

548I make my loue ingrafted to this store:

549So then I am not lame, poore, nor dispis'd,

550Whilst that this shadow doth such substance giue,

551That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,

552And by a part of all thy glory liue:

553 Looke what is best, that best I wish in thee,

554This wish I haue, then ten times happy me.

556HOw can my Muse want subiect to inuent

557While thou dost breath that poor'st into my verse,

558Thine owne sweet argument, to excellent,

559For euery vulgar paper to rehearse:

560Oh giue thy selfe the thankes if ought in me,

561Worthy perusal stand against thy sight,

562For who's so dumbe that cannot write to thee,

563When thou thy selfe dost giue inuention light?

564Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth

565Then those old nine which rimers inuocate,

566And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth