The Carver. To his Mistris.

A Carver having lov'd too long in vaine,
Hewd out the portraiture of Venus Sunne
In marble rocke upon the which did raine
Small dris…ing drops that from a fount did runne,
Imagining the drops would either weare
His fury out, or quench his living flame:
But when hee saw it bootlesse did appeare,
He swore the water did augment the same.
So I that seeke in verse to carve…thee out,
Hoping thy beauty will my flame allay.
Veiwing my lines impolish't all throughout,
Find my will rather to my love obey:
That with the Carver I my work doe blame,
Finding it still th'augmenter of my flame,