Sonnet 16

IN nature apt to like, when I did see
Beauties which were of many Carrects fine,
My boyling spirits did thether then incline,
And Loue I thought that I was full of thee;
But finding not those restles flames in me
Which others said did make theyr soules to pyne,
I thought those babes of some pins hurt did whine:
By my loue iudging what loues pains might be.
But while I thus with this young Lyon plaid,
Myne eyes (shall I say curst or blest) beheld
Stella: now she is nam'de, neede more be sayd?
In her sight I a lesson new haue speld.
I now haue learnd loue right, and learnd euen so,
As they that beeing poysoned, poyson know.