|Seemes seeing,but effectually is out:
For it no forme deliuers to the heart
Of bird,of flowre,or shape which it doth lack,
Of his quick obiects hath the minde no part,
Nor his owne vision houlds what it doth catch:
For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet-fauor or deformedst creature,
The mountaine,or the sea,the day,or night:
The Croe,or Doue,it shapes them to your feature.
Incapable of more repleat,with you,
My most true minde thus maketh mine vntrue.
|Or whether shall I say mine eie saith true,
And that your loue taught it this Alcumie?.BR> To make of monsters,and things indigest,
Such cherubines as your sweet selfe resemble,
Creating euery bad a perfect best
As fast as obiects to his beames assemble:
Oh tis the first,tis flatry in my seeing,
And my great minde most kingly drinkes it vp,
Mine eie well knowes what with his gust is greeing,
And to his pallat doth prepare the cup.
If it be poison'd,tis the lesser sinne,
That mine eye loues it and doth first beginne.
|Yet then my iudgement knew no reason why,
My most full flame should afterwards burne cleerer.
But reckening time,whose milliond accidents
Creepe in twixt vowes,and change decrees of Kings,
Tan sacred beautie,blunt the sharp'st intents,
Diuert strong mindes to th' course of altring things:
Alas why fearing of times tiranie,