Not utter’d by base sale of chapmen’s tongues:
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth
Than you much willing to be counted wise
[019] In spending your wit in the praise of mine.
020 But now to task the tasker: good Boyet,
[021] You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Till painful study shall outwear three years,
No woman may approach his silent court:
[025] Therefore to’s seemeth it a needful course,