711Most worthy comfort, now my greatest griefe,

712Thou best of deerest, and mine onely care,

713Art left the prey of euery vulgar theefe.

714Thee haue I not lockt vp in any chest,

715Saue where thou art not, though I feele thou art,

716Within the gentle closure of my brest,

717From whence at pleasure thou maist come and part,

718 And euen thence thou wilt be stolne I feare,

719For truth prooues theeuish for a prize so deare.

721AGainst that time ( if euer that time come )

722When I shall see thee frowne on my defects,

723When as thy loue hath cast his vtmost summe,

724Cauld to that audite by aduis'd respects,

725Against that time when thou shalt strangely passe,

726And scarcely greete me with that sunne thine eye,

727When loue conuerted from the thing it was

728Shall reasons finde of setled grauitie.

729Against that time do I insconce me here

730Within the knowledge of mine owne desart,

731And this my hand, against my selfe vpreare,

732To guard the lawfull reasons on thy part,

733 To leaue poore me, thou hast the strength of lawes,

734Since why to loue, I can alledge no cause.

736HOw heauie doe I iourney on the way,

737When what I seeke (my wearie trauels end)

738Doth teach that ease and that repose to say

739Thus farre the miles are measurde from thy friend.

740The beast that beares me, tired with my woe,

741Plods duly on, to beare that waight in me,

742As if by some instinct the wretch did know

743His rider lou'd not speed being made from thee:

744The bloody spurre cannot prouoke him on,

745That some-times anger thrusts into his hide,

746Which heauily he answers with a grone,