Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 90

THere was a time (to speak, wherof I faint
Sith That that was, nere lou'd the ducking Frir'e)
When I might pray to you, as to my Saint,
And you wold grant, or further my desire.
But, you reiect (as superstitious)
The praiers which I now do make to you
And (tearming them as vaine, as vitious)
You bend from me, when I to you do bow.
If I with you commit Idolatry
It is an easie error. sith you be
An Image but too like the Deity
For Fleshy Eyes the difference to see:
But, if you would haue me my Conscienc kill
Bid me not loue you, that wil do your will.