Sonnet 5

It is most true, what wee call Cupids dart,
An Image is, which for our selues we carue:
And fooles adore, in Temple of our hart,
Till that good God make church and Churh-men starue.
It is most true, that eyes are bound to serue
The inward part: and that the heauenly part
Ought to be King, from whose rules who doth swerue,
Rebels to nature, striue for their owne smart.
True that true beautie vertue is indeede,
Whereof this beautie can but be a shade,
Which Elements with mortall mixture breede,
True that on earth we are but Pilgrimes made.
And should in soule, vp to our Country moue:
True and most true, that I must Stella loue.