Sonnet 24

IN vaine I haunt the cold and Silver Springs,
To quench the Fever burning in my veines,
In vaine (Loves pilgrim) Mountaines, Da…es and Plains
I over-run, vaine help long absence brings.
In vain my Friends your Counsell me constraines
To fly, and place my Thoughts on other things;
Ah like the Bird that fired hath her Wings,
The more I move the greater are my paines.
Desire (alas) Desire a Zeuxis new,
From th' Orient borrowing Gold, from Westerne skies
Heavenly Cinabre, sets before my Eyes
In every place, her Haire, sweet look, and Hue:
That flie, run, rest I, all doth prove but vaine,
My life lies in those Eyes which have me slaine.