XXVIII To such as say thy love I overprize, Though I give more than well affords my state, In everything I hold this maxim still, TO THE SENSES XXIX WHEN Conquering love did first my heart assail, But when my touching came to play his part, TO THE VESTALS XXX THOSE priests which first the vestal fire begun, Being stedfastly opposed to the same; Thy blessed eyes, the sun which lights this fire, My breast's the vessel which includes the same; TO THE CRITICS XXXI METHINKS I see some crooked mimic jeer, I fear no censure nor what thou canst say, way, That every dudgeon low invention goes? Since sonnets thus in bundles are imprest, And every drudge doth dull our satiate ear, TO THE RIVER ANKOR XXXII OUR floods' queen, Thames, for ships and swans is crowned, And stately Severn for her shore is praised; Carlegion Chester vaunts her holy Dee; Cotswold commends her Isis to the Thame; Our northern borders boast of Tweed's fair flood; Our western parts extol their Wilis' fame; And the old Lea brags of the Danish blood. Arden's sweet Ankor, let thy glory be, That fair Idea only lives by thee! |