Sonnet 28

YOu that with allegories curious frame
Of others children changlings vse to make,
With me those paines for God-sake doe not take,
I list not dig so deepe for brasen fame.
When I see Stella, I doe meane the same
Princesse of beautie, for whose onely sake,
The raynes of loue I loue, though neuer slake;
And ioy therin, though Nations count it shame:
I begge no subiect to vse eloquence,
Nor hidden waies to guide Philosophie,
Looke at my hands for no such quintessence,
But know that I in pure simplicitie,
Breathe out the flames which burne within my hart,
Loue onely leading me into this arte.