If I were any beast,
Some ends, some means; Yea plants, yea stones detest,
And love; All, all some properties invest;
35If I an ordinary nothing were,
As shadow, a light, and body must be here.
But I am None; nor will my Sunne renew.
You lovers, for whose sake, the lesser Sunne
At this time to the Goat is runne
40To fetch new lust, and give it you,
Enjoy your summer all;