Sonnet 10

REason, in faith thou art well seru'd, that still
Would'st brabling be, with sence and loue in me:
I rather wish thee climbe the Muses hill,
Or reach the fruite of Natures chiefest tree;
Or seeke heauens course, or heauens vnusde to thee:
Why should'st thou toyle, our thornie grounde to till?
Leaue sence and those that sences obiectes be,
Deale thou with powers, of thoughts leaue thou to will.
But thou wouldst needes fight both with Loue and sence,
With sworde of witte, giuing woundes of dispraise:
Till downe right blowes did foyle thy cunning fence,
So soone as they strake thee with Stellas rayes.
Reason, thou knewst, and offered straight to proue
By reason good, good reason her to loue.