Te aspicit vnam

THOV greeu'st Sidonia, that I thus divide,
My Loue so largely, to a severall frend:
While thou, thou think'st, remainedst vnespi'de:
Or takest thy fortune, at the latter end:
And certes who his loue, impartes to all,
Affectes but coldly, nay loues not at all.

With wonder rapt, though much I doe admire
Some Starres for lustre, and their glories best:
You are that Arctick; most I doe desire,
Whereon my hope, hath wholly set her rest:
And who (sweete Maide,) when others downe do slide,
To vnknowne Fate, must be my surest guide.