And if these things (as being thine in right)
Move not thy heavie grace, thou shalt in mee
Livelier than els where Stellas Image see.
As good to write, as for to lie and groane,
O Stella deere, how much thy power hath wrought,
That hast my minde now of the basest brought,
My still kept course while others sleepe to moane;
Alas if from the height of Vertues throane,
Thou canst vouchsafe the influence of a thought,
Upon a wretch which long thy grace hath sought,