Zepheria :: :: University of Virginia Library

No no Zepheria, fame is too rich a prize
My all vnmeriting lines for to attend on
The best applause of my muse; on thine eyes
Depends, it craues but smiles his paynes to guerdon,
Be thine the glorie of this weake emprise,
Well wote I his demerit is but bare:
Dutious respect then will not that I portionize
To me in loues respect equall like care.
Louely respectiue equall thou this care,
And with thine heauens calme smiles mine heart imparadize:
Shine forth thy comforts sunne, my feares dismayer,
Oh well it fits louers to simpathize.
Hold thou the spoyles of fame for thine enheritance,
Thy loue to me is sweetest cheuisance.