Strange sights do straggle in my restlesse thoughts,
And lively forms with orient colours clad
Walk in my boundlesse mind, as men ybrought
Into some spacious room, who when they’ve had
A turn or two, go out, although unbad.
All these I see and know, but entertain
None to my friend but who’s most sober sad;
Although the time my roof doth them contain
Their pretence doth possesse me till they out again.