But ah! Desire still cries, give me some food.
And in the end both Sidney and Spenser turn from earthly to heavenly love:
Leave me, O love, which reachest but to dust,
And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things:
Grow rich in that which never taketh rust,
Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings.
And so Spenser:
Many lewd lays (Ah! woe is me the more)
In praise of that mad fit, which fools call love,
I have in the heat of youth made heretofore;