But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
5T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee.
And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
10For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little roome, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,