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Since to my will I wrought the same in me.
And for you may not say that I doe mooue it
With blazons, harke with reasons I will prooue i

Who to himselfe could be so inhumane
(Vnlesse he were depriued of his wit)
That swimming in a pleasant Ocean
Of ioies, would wish for greefe, not finding it.
Such ioies I taste, as neuer more I could,
My loue admits no sadnes, though I would:
For (yet admit) that I would now procure it,
My loue is such, that it will not endure it.

I haue good fortune at mine owne commaund,
Since I haue fauours at mine owne free will:
My loue to her, her loue to me is pawn’d,
Which fortunes spite and time shall neuer spill.
But now if ought with greefe my minde may mooue,
It is, to haue Corriuals in my loue:
But they my ioy, and glorie doe augment,
For more they are, the more is my content.

If any care for these Corriuals dooe
(These faithfull louers) in my brest remaine,
Then see, how that with earnest suites I wooe,
And seeke them for my Shepherdesse againe:
And (truly) if it lay within my power,
A thousand I would send her euery hower:
But since I am so rude, and but a clowne,
I cannot set her golden praises downe.

If that with all the faire one should resort,
Shewing her vertues, and each goodly grace:
Little should then my homely praise import,
Hauing the world at her commaund and trace:
For (saying naught) her praise she better would
Her selfe disclose, though I said all I could:
And how much more, since I want skill, and art,
Of her to blazon foorth the meanest part.

But now behold how far from that aboue
I haue estraied (my promise and intent)
My promise was, with reasons now to prooue,
That crosse, nor care my ioies could not preuent.
I know not, if by rashnes, or aduice,
It was my thought, that did my toong entice?
For when I thinke to praise my Shepherdesse,
Then straight my toong doth in her fauour presse.