To Maister Googe his Sonet out of sight out of thought

THe lesse I see, the more my téene,
The more my teene the greater griefe
The greater griefe, the lesser séene,
The lesser séene, the lesse reliefe:
The lesse reliefe the heuier spright,
When P. is farthest out of sight.
The rarer séene, the rifer sobs,
The rifer sobbes, the sadder hart,
The sadder hart, the greater throbs,
The greater throbs, the worser smart,
The worser smart procéedes of this
That I my P. so often misse.
The néerer too, the more I smile,
The more I smile, the merier minde:
The mirrie minde doth thought exile,
And thought exilde recourse I finde
Of heauenly ioyes: all this delight
Haue I when P. is once in fight.