Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; 35
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
Anon.
XVI
SONNET.
Rudely thou wrongest my dear hearts desire,
In finding fault with her too portly pride:
The thing which I do most in her admire,
Is of the world unworthy most envíed;
For in those lofty looks is close implied 5
Scorn of base things and sdeign of foul dishonour,