Caelica, Sonnet XXXVII

CAElica, I ouernight was finely vsed,
Lodg'd in the midst of paradise, your Heart:
Kind thoughts had charge I might not be refused,
Of euery fruit and flower I had part.

But curious Knowledge, blowne with busie flame,
The sweetest fruits had in downe shadowes hidden,
And for it found mine eyes had seene the same,
I from my paradise was straight forbidden.

Where that Curre, Rumor, runnes in euery place,
Barking with Care, begotten out of feare;
And glassy Honour, tender of Disgrace,
Stands Ceraphin to see I come not there;
While that fine soyle, which all these ioyes did yeeld,
By broken fence is prou'd a common field.