Sonnet XX: First did I feare, when first my

First did I feare, when first my love began,
Possest in fittes, by watchfull jealousie,
I sought to keepe, what I by favour wanne,
And brookt no partner in my love to be.
But Tyrant sicknesse, fedde upon my love,
And spred his ensignes, dy'd with colour white,
Then was suspition, glad for to remoove:
And loving much did feare to loose her quite.
Erect (faire sweet) the collours thou didst weare,
Dislodge thy griefes, the shortners of content:
For now of lyfe, not love, is all my feare,
Least lyfe, and love be both together spent.
Live but (faire love) and banish thy disease:
And love (kind heart) both when, and whom thou please.