1.
We leade our liues by fancies fonde delight,
For kingdomes some doo busy much theyr brayne,
But Cupid’s curse that wretched litle wight,
That blinded boye vnto my pynching payne,
Dubde me a knight of dayntie Venus’ trayne,
Where beames of beautie brought me by and by,
To cast my care to please my ladye’s eye.
2.
O beautie braue, thy gladsome glittering gleames,