Sonnet 3

Aye me, and I am now the Man whose M…se
In happier Times was wont to laugh at Love,
And those who suff'red that blind Boy abuse
The noble Gifts were given them from above.
What Metamorphose strange is this I prove?
My selfe now scarce I find my selfe to be,
And thinke no Fable Circes Tyrannie,
And all the Tales are told of changed Jove;
Vertue hath taught with her Philosophy
My mind unto a better Course to move;
Reason may chide her full, and oft reprove
Affections Power, but what is that to me?
Who ever thinke, and never thinke on Ought
But that bright Cherubine which thra…ls my Thought.