Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 102

THus far may Speculation help a Wit
Vnapt for loue, to write of Loues estate:
Thus far can Art extend hir Benefit
Past Natures Bounds, in shew of Loue, or Hate.
These Loue-tricks are not myne, though mine they be
As they are thus drawne out in louing Lines:
These Passions are too weak to passion me,
Although my strength from ought to nought declines.
But whist my Muse, Hypocrisie is sin;
Make me not seem more holy then I am:
My Marrow-bones lie Flesh and within,
All which, by nature, urnes in Beauties Flame;
But, say I am, sith Grace to me is good,
Free from vnkind desires of Flesh and Bloud.