I hate the day and draw to darknesse, lo!
Yet by the Lampe of beauty doe I feede
In dimmest dayes and darkest nights also,
Thus altring State and changing Diet still,
I feele and know the force of Venus will.
The best I finde, is that I doe confesse,
I loue you Dame whose beauty doth excell:
But yet a toy doth breede me some distresse,
For that I dread you will not loue me well,
Than loue yee wot shall rest in me alone: