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The Booke to Grauitie.

Thou that dost knitte the Brow to austere lookes,
At what but seemes; or else is lewde or light;
And lookst for wisedome oft in witlesse bookes,
(Sterne Grauity) auert from me thy sight.
I am the Issue of a labring braine,
Wherein all kind of Fancies, breeding bee:
Good, bad, indifferent, all, of either Straine
Some as vnfitte, as some are fitte for thee.
I probablie presume thou canst not loue,
Sith Saturne sits aboue faire Venus swaie
Then I am not for thee, for I do mooue
But in her Spheare that beares the world awaie.
Yet if (vnlike thy selfe) thou long'st to see
What, who, and whence I am, then smooth thy frōt
And looke on That which I haue good in mee
Aud for that good hold me in good account:
For, if (but like a flesh-flie) thou wilt light
On nought but Sores, and shun the soundest parts
Then nought sublunarie can thee delight:
For all haue faults though som haue perfect parts
I grant my Lines reache not to those Respectes
That touch Religion: State, or Policy.
I meddle not with Causes of Effects
Farre greater then Loues large capacity:
But in round rimes (with Reason Biac'd) I
Do runne those Points that ponit at loues delight:
And if some Rubbes do make me run awry
Yet may I, on this Ground well runne aright:
But, howsoere I runne, stoppe not my Race,
That tends but to the Mistris full of grace.