¶Coridon to his Phillis.
ALas my heart, mine eye hath wronged thee,
Presumptuous eye, to gaze on Phillis face:
Whose heauenly eye no mortall man may see,
But he must die, or purchase Phillis grace.
Poore Coridon, the Nimph whose eye doth moue thee:
Doth loue to draw, but is not drawne to loue thee.