To the Amarous Queene of Delights

Bacchus and Ceres if they be away,
Small good doe I looke for, may Venus say.

Cherry-lipt Venus with thy dimpled Chin,
Who by our Letchers honourd still hast bin:
For a braue trading damsell, though't may seeme,
By my neglect of thee, that I haue cleane
Descarded thee and thine, yet thou shalt know it
Venus hath some aliance with a Poet,
And that a neere one too: for pray thee say,
Who can expresse thy bewty anie way,
So well as they? and though they onely write,
haing nere hap to come to more delight;
Yet art thou much endeared to their Art,
Though they can say nought for the practick part:
Yet mongst our Albion Sibils that are more,
In number far, then merit, wit, or power.
Some I doe know, euen of the pregnant'st men,
That loue to trade with Venus now and then.
And this the cause why they obserue that vse,
(As I haue heard) for to enflame their Muse:
And some I could produce, had their desire;
For they, their Muse, and all were on a fire.
More could I write to touch thee neerer'th quick,
But as thou loues those stroakes are short & thick.
So I desire the very same to be
In writing out that is concerning thee.