Other Sonnets vpon other Subiects, 20

A Time there was when as thee Moone desird
The Sunne to make his a fitt Peticote;
Who did refuse to doe what she requir',
Sith hee in hir suche often change did note:
So, can no wisedome well proportion out
To these Phantasticks (arious, as vaine)
A rate of Wealth to bring the year about,
Sith now they loue, what straight they lothe againe.
These, of all light Things, burden most the Earth;
Of whome there is no helpe, no hope, no vse;
Whose Mothers labored idly in their birthe,
To beare such idle Things, for Things abuse:
Each Slaue to vice may vs'd bee in his Kind,
But ther's no vse of the vnconstant Mynd.