But, onely to Befriend mee, forth Hee sought.
Then, wherefore, of his Sonne, should I suspect
That (feeling Him) hee can my love reject?
Since, Courtesie doth alwaies, there, abound,
Where such a lovely Personage is found?
My LORD, these were my Fancies: But I take them
To be of no more worth, than, you shall make them
By your Acceptance: Nor, is't my intent
To Court you, with fruitlesse Complement:
But, to attempt your Favour with a mind,