Dorus his Comparisons

My sheep are thoughts which I both guide and serve,
Their pasture is fair hills of fruitless love;
On barren sweets they feed, and feeding sterve,
I wail their lot, but will not other prove.
My sheep-hook is wan hope, which all upholds;
My weeds, desires, cut out in endless folds.
What wool my sheep shall bear, while thus they live,
In you it is, you must the judgment give.