Sonnet 105

O Absent presence Stella is not here,
False flattering hope that with so faire a face,
Bare me in hand that in this Orphane place,
Stella I saw, my Stella should appeare,
VVhat saist thou now, where is that dainty cleare
Thou wouldst mine eies should helpe their famisht case:
But how art thou? now that selfe felt disgrace
Doth make me most to wish thy comfort nere.
But heere I doe store of faire Ladies meete,
VVho may with charme of conuersation sweete
Make in my heauie mould new thoughts to grow:
Sure they preuaile as much with me, as he
That bad his friend but then new maimed to be
Merrie with him, and so his forget woe.