Sonnet 84

BEhold my heart the house that thee contains,
Beware full Sailes drown not thy tottering Barge,
Least ioy by nature apt (spirites to colarge)
Thee to thy wracke beyond thy limits straines,
Nor doe like Lords whose weake confused braines,
Not pointing to fit folks each vndercharge,
Striue in themselues each office to discharge,
With doing all leaue nothing done but paine,
But giue apt seruants their due place; let eies
See beauties totall sum found in their face,
Let eares heare speach which will to wonder tyes,
Let breath suck vp those sweets, let armes imbrace.