Sonnet 4

VErtue (alas) now let me take some rest,
Thou set'st a bate betweene my loue and me:
If vaine loue haue my simple soule opprest,
Leaue what thou lik'st, and deale thou not with it.
Thy Scepter vse in some olde Catoes brest,
Churches and Schooles are for thy seat most fit:
I doe confes, (pardon a fault confest,)
My mouth too tender is for thy hard bit.
But if that needes, thou wilt vsurping bee
That little reason that is left in mee.
And still the effect of thy perswasions prooue,
I sweare, my heart such one shall shew to thee,
That shrines in flesh so true a deitie.
That Vertue, thou thy selfe shalt be in loue.