Sonnet 87

OVt Traytour absence dar'st thou counsell mee
From my deare Conquerour to runne awaie,
Because in braue arraye here marcheth shee
That to entice mee profers present paye.
Is Faith so weake, or is such force in thee?
VVhen Sunne is hid, can Starres such beames displaie?
Cannot Heauens foode once felt keepe stomacks free
From base desire on earthly cates to praie?
VVhen absence with her mistes obscures her light,
My Orphan sense slides to the inward sight:
VVhere memorie feeds foorth the beames of Loue,
That where before heart lou'd and eyes did see,
In heart my sight and Loue both coupled be,
Vnited powres make eche the stronger proue.