A wish in vaine

OH, that wit were not amazed,
At the wonder of his senses:
Or his eyes, not ouergazed,
In Mineruas excellences.

Oh, that reason were not foiled,
In the rules of all his learning:
Or his learning were not spoiled,
In the sweete of loues discerning.

Oh, that beauty were not froward,
In regard of reasons duety:
Or, that will were not vntoward,
In the waiward wit of beauty.

But, since all in vaine are wishes,
Patience tels them that haue past it;
Poys'ned broth, in siluer dishes,
Kils their stomackes that doe taste it.

Wit, and reason, loue, and learning,
All in beauties eyes are blinded,
Where, in sense of sweete discerning,
She will be vnkindly minded.

Let those hartes, whose eyes perceiue her,
Triumphe, but in thoughts tormented:
Labour all they can to leaue her,
Or else die, and be contented.