1107To base of thee to be remembred,

1108 The worth of that, is that which it containes,

1109And that is this, and this with thee remaines.

1111SO are you to my thoughts as food to life,

1112Or as sweet season'd shewers are to the ground;

1113And for the peace of you I hold such strife,

1114As twixt a miser and his wealth is found.

1115Now proud as an inioyer, and anon

1116Doubting the filching age will steale his treasure,

1117Now counting best to be with you alone,

1118Then betterd that the world may see my pleasure,

1119Some-time all ful with feasting on your sight,

1120And by and by cleane starued for a looke,

1121Possessing or pursuing no delight

1122Saue what is had, or must from you be tooke.

1123 Thus do I pine and surfet day by day,

1124Or gluttoning on all, or all away,

1126WHy is my verse so barren of new pride?

1127So far from variation or quicke change?

1128Why with the time do I not glance aside

1129To new found methods, and to compounds strange?

1130Why write I still all one, euer the same,

1131And keepe inuention in a noted weed,

1132That euery word doth almost fel my name,

1133Shewing their birth, and where they did proceed proceed

1134O know sweet loue I alwaies write of you,

1135And you and loue are still my argument:

1136So all my best is dressing old words new,

1137Spending againe what is already spent:

1138 For as the Sun is daily new and old,

1139So is my loue still telling what is told,

1141THy glasse will shew thee how thy beauties were,

1142Thy dyall how thy pretious mynuits waste,