Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 77

BOdies, bee neither Light, nor Heauy ound
So longe as they are in their proper place;
But being out, they shift to It apace,
Bee it aboue, or els beneath the Ground:
Then, Loue, it seemes, is not in his right Spheare,
That in my Hart doth rest in such vnrest;
Who shifteth still to you, he loueth best;
Then, must he rest in you, or els no where.
Receaue my Loue (Deere Loue) then, to that rest,
Sith Diuine Nature made you for the same;
Prove not disloyall to that roiall Dame,
But let vs eache of other be possest:
And, if your vertue simple were before
Thus, beeing purely mixt, it wilbe more.