To frame a sadd discourse of languysshinge desyre

To frame a sadd discourse of languysshinge desyre
or els with fyled spech to paynte the harme of hiden fyre
To fayne a deyr complainte off loves to cruell lawes
and blame our selves withall that sees; and will not shunn the cause
A trade so ryfe is growne (though scornede of the wise)
that every foole cann stryve to force, a flame in frozen Ise
Who hath not nowe the skill, to cower weeds with flowers
or will not speake off dyinge dayes more then of lyving houres
For olde true meanynge ys, so far falne in decaye
that feaw endevor to deserve; But study well to saye
The suttle Syrenes songe so charmeth every eare
that harde it is for suche to speede as true affection beare
The Spidar hath the arte to weve so fyne a gynne
as that he overthrowes the Bee that bringes the hony in
The harmeles byrde att large; thee fleringe pype betrayes
the pleasynge golden cupp in hit; a poysoned draught convais
But do not yow (most faire) with shewes abuse your Eyes
scorne not the trusty glasse wherin; no lurkinge venom lyes
And though high forged termes herin yow shall nott fynde
yet ever truste such woords as are, enferior to the mynde
For in whose breste in deede, true love entombed lyes
his words cann never rech his thought, so high a pich it flies
My muse thearfore be still thi wings doo not displaye
search not for currant curyous tales, that ledes but troth astray
Nor do not maske my faithe with unacquainted fraze
pursue the tracke that leads forth right let others tredd the maze
But lowly att hyr feete praesent my humble harte
wherin she wittinge leaste theroff; hath held the gretest parte
And tell that Scorpion sweete within whose power is founde
a meane aswell to yelde reliefe as deadly for to wounde
That evry glistringe shewe proves not the fynest golde
the harte may waste in fier, whenas the hand semes colde
And he that lytle sayes and but a gasar on
shall for itselfe still love that face thoughe hoped happ be gonn
But as for hym that doth an Argus deame of me
His ryvall in desire I ame, and in desarte will bee.
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