Sonnet 71

DEsire, though thou my olde commpanion art,
And oft so clinges to my pure Loue; that I
One from the other scarcely can discry:
While each doe blowe the fier of my hart;
Novv from thy fellovvship I needes must part.
Venus is taught vvith Dians vvings to flye,
I must no more in thy sweet passions lye:
Vertues golde now, must head my Cupids dart,
Seruice and honour wonder vvith delight,
Feare to offend, well worthy to appeare:
Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my spright,
These thinges are left me by my onely deare.
But thou Desire, because thou vvouldst haue all:
Now banisht art, but yet within my call.