Sonnet 50

PArdon mine eares, both I and they doe pray,
So may your tongue still flauntingly proceede,
To them that doe such entertainments neede;
So may you still haue something new to say
On sillie me, doe not your burthen lay
Of all the graue conceipts your braine doth breede:
But find some Hercules, to beare (in steede
Of Atlas tyrde) your wisedomes heauenly sway,
For me while you discourse of courtly tydes,
Of cunningst Fishers in most troubled streames,
Of straying waues when valiant errour guides;
Meane while my hart confers with Stellas beames,
As pittie tis so sweete a Comedie,
By such vnfitted speech, should hindered be.