To Mistress Diana

Phoebus of all the Gods I wish to be;
Not of the world to have the overseeing:
For of all things in the world's circuit being,
One only thing I always wish to see.
Not of all herbs the hidden force to know,
For ah! my wound by herbs cannot be cured:
Not in the sky to have a place assured,
For my ambition lies on earth below;
Not to be prince of the celestial quire,
For I one nymph prize more than all the Muses:
Not with his bow to offer love abuses.
For I Love's vassal am, and dread his ire:
But that thy light from mine, might borrowed be,
And fair Diana might shine under me.