In other times obscurely I did liue
But with a drowsie, base, and simple kinde
Of life, and onely to my profit bend me:
To thinke of Loue my selfe I did not giue,
Or for good grace, good parts, and gentle minde,
Neuer did any Shepheardesse commend me.
But crowned now they send me
A thousand Garlands, that I wone with praise,
In wrastling dayes by dayes,
In pitching of the Barre with arme most strong,
And singing many a Song.
After that thou didst honour, and take hould
Of my (sweet Loue) and of my happy soule.
What greater ioy can any man desire,
Then to remaine a Captiue vnto Loue:
And haue his heart subiected to his power?
And though sometimes he tast a little sower
By suffering it, as mild as gentle Doue
Yet must he be, in hew of that great hire
Whereto be doth aspire:
If Louers liue afflicted and in paine,
Let them with cause complaine
Of cruell fortune, and of times a••…••…
And let not them accuse
Thee (gentle-Loue) that doth with 〈…〉〈…〉
Within thy sweetest ioyes each la•…•… 〈◊〉〈◊〉
Behold a faire sweet face, and shining eye••
Resembling two most bright and twinkling
Sending vnto the soule a perfect light:
Behold the rare perfections of those w••••••••