Alas, if you graunt onely such delight
To witles things, then Love I hope, (since wit
Becomes a clogge) will soone ease me of it.
When my good Angell guides me to the place
where al my good I do in Stella see,
That Heaven of joyes throwes only downe on me
Thundred disdaines, and Lightning of disgrace;
But when the ruggedst step of fortunes race
Makes me fall from her sight, then sweetly she
With words, whereing the Muses Treasures be,