Caelica, Sonnet XXVII (YOu faithlesse Boy, perswade you me to reason?)

YOu faithlesse Boy, perswade you me to reason?
With vertue doe you answere my affection?
Vertue, which you with liuerie and seisin
Haue sold and changed out of your protection.

When you lay flattering in sweet Myra's eyes,
And plaid the wanton both with worth, and pleasure,
In beauties field you told me vertue dies,
Excesse and infinite in loue, was measure.

I tooke your oath of dalliance and desire,
Myra did so inspire me with her graces,
But like a Wag that sets the straw on fire,
You running to doe harme in other places,
Sware what is felt with hand, or seene with eye,
As mortall, must feele sicknesse, age and dye.