(25) The worth that worthinesse should moue, Is loue, which is the due of loue. And loue as well the Shepheard can, As can the mightie Noble man. +Sweet Nimph tis true, you worthy be, (30) Yet without loue, nought worth to me.
¶ Another to his Cinthia. +
M Y thoughts are wing’d with hopes, my hopes with |(loue, Mount loue vnto the Moon in clearest night: And say, as she doth in the heauens moue, On earth so waines and wexeth my delight. +(5) And whisper this but softly in her eares: Hope oft doth hang the head, and trust shed teares.
And you my thoughts that some mistrust doe carrie, If for mistrust my Mistresse doe you blame: Say, though you alter, yet you doe not varie. (10) As she doth change, and yet remaine the same. Distrust doth enter hearts, but not infect, And loue is sweetest, seasoned with suspect.