Sonnet. 47 (Sonnet 47)

IN pride of wit, when high desire of fame
Gaue life and courage to my labouring …
And first the sound and vertue of my name,
Won grace and credite in the eares of men;
With those the througed Theaters that presse.
I in the circuite for the Lawrell stroue,
Where the full praise I freely must confesse,
In heate of blood and modest minde might moue:
With showts and claps at euerie little pawse,
When the prowd round on euerie side hath rung.
Sadly I sit vnmou'd with the applawse,
As though to me it nothing did belong:
No publique glorie vainely I pursue.
The praise I striue, is to eternize you.