II

NO more with Candid words infect mine eares,
Tell me no more how that ye pine in anguish
When …ound ye sleep: no more say that ye languish,
No more in sweet despite say you spend teares.
Who hath such hollow eyes as not to see;
How those that are haire-brain'd boast of Apollo,
And bold give out the Mu…es do them follow,
Though in loves Library yet no Lover's he.
If we poore soules least favour but them shew,
That straight in wanton Lines abroad is blazed,
Their names doth soare on our fames overthrow,
Mark'd is our lightnesse whilst their wits are praised;
In silent thoughts who can no secret cover,
He may, say we, but not well, be a Lover.