I»ove  !  Btill  who  guidest  my  way,
"Where,  dim  and  dark,  the  shade  of  fame  invites.
Not  of  that  fount  we  speak,  which,  full  each  hour.
Ever  with  larger  power

O'erflows,  when  Taurus  with  the  Sun  unites ;
So  are  my  eyes  with  constant  son'ow  wet.
But  in  that  season  most  whea  I  my  Lady  met.
Should  any  ask,  my  Song !
Or  how  or  where  I  am,  to  such  reply  :
Where  the  tall  mountain  throws
Its  shade,  in  the  lone  vale,  whence  Sorga  flows,

Save  Love's,  who  leaves  him  not  a  step,  is  by,
And  one  dear  image  who  his  peace  destroys.
Alone  with  whom  to  muse  all  else  in  life  he  flies,

Maoqrbqob


SONNET  CV.
Fiamma  dal  cid  su  le  lue  tnceie  jnoBO.
Vengeaunce  must  fall  on  thee,  thow  filthie  whoro
Of  Babilon,  thow  breaker  of  Christ's  fold.
That  from  achorns,  and  from  the  water  colde.
Art  riche  become  with  making  many  poore.
Thow  treason's  neste  thai  in  thie  harte  dost  holde
Of  cankard  malice,  and  of  myschief  more
Than  pen  can  wryto,  or  may  with  tongue  be  tolde,
Slave  to  delights  that  chastitie  hath  solde ;
For  wyne  and  ease  which  settith  all  thie  store
Uppon  whoredoms  and  none  other  lore,
In  thye  pallais  of  strompetts  yonge  and  olde
Theare  walks  Plentie,  and  Eelzebub  \.\\-;je\jOT&e',


PETHARca.
