Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet IV
Vertue, alas, now let me take some rest; Thou setst a bate betweene my will and wit; If vaine Loue haue my simple soule opprest, Leaue what thou lik'st not, deale thou not with it. Thy scepter vse in some old Catoes brest, Churches or Schooles are for thy seat more fit; I do confesse (pardon a fault confest) My mouth too tender is for thy hard bit. But if that needes thou wilt vsurping be The little reason that is left in me, And still th'effect of thy perswasions prooue, I sweare, my heart such one shall show to thee, That shrines in flesh so true a deitie, That, Virtue, thou thyself shalt be in loue.
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