361LEt those who are in fauor with their stars,

362Of publike honour and proud titles bost,

363Whilst I whome fortune of such tryumph bars

364Vnlookt for ioy in that I honour most;

365Great Princes fauorites their faire leaues spread,

366But as the Marygold at the suns eye,

367And in them-selues their pride lies buried,

368For at a frowne they in their glory die.

369The painefull warrier famosed for worth,

370After a thousand victories once foild,

371Is from the booke of honour rased quite,

372And all the rest forgot for which he toild:

373 Then happy I that loue and am beloued

374Where I may not remoue, nor be remoued.

376LOrd of my loue, to whome in vassalage

377Thy merrit hath my dutie strongly knit;

378To thee I send this written ambassage

379To witnesse duty, not to shew my wit.

380Duty so great, which wit so poore as mine

381May make seeme bare, in wanting words to shew it;

382But that I hope some good conceipt of thine

383In thy soules thought(all naked) will bestow it:

384Til whatsoeuer star that guides my mouing,

385Points on me gratiously with faire aspect,

386And puts apparrell on my tottered louing,

387To show me worthy of their sweet respect,

388 Then may I dare to boast how I doe loue thee,

389Til then, not show my head where thou maist proue me

391WEary with toyle, I hast me to my bed ,

392The deare repose for lims with trauaill tired,

393But then begins a iourny in my head

394To worke my mind, when boddies work's expired.

395For then my thoughts(from far where I abide)

396Intend a zelous pilgrimage to thee;

397And keepe my drooping eye-lids open wide,

398Looking on darknes which the blind doe see.

399Saue that my soules imaginary sight

400Presents their shaddoe to my sightles view,

401Which like a iewell(hunge in gastly night)

402Makes blacke night beautious, and her old face new.

403 Loe thus by day my lims, by night my mind,

404For thee, and for my selfe, noe quiet finde.