_Of his lady's praise_ Lady, in beauty and in favour rare, Of favour, not of due, I favour crave. Nature to thee beauty and favour gave; Fair then thou art, and favour thou may'st spare. Nor when on me bestowed your favours are, Less favour in your face you shall not have; If favour then a wounded soul may save, Of murder's guilt, dear Lady, then beware. My loss of life a million fold were less Than the least loss should unto you befall; Yet grant this gift; which gift when I possess, Both I have life and you no loss at all. For by your favour only I do live, And favour you may well both keep and give. V _Of the end and death of his love_ My reason absent did mine eyes require To watch and ward and such foes to descry As they should ne'er my heart approaching spy; But traitor eyes my heart's death did conspire, Corrupted with hope's gifts; let in desire To burn my heart; and sought no remedy, Though store of water were in either eye, Which well employed, might well have quenched the fire. Reason returned; love and fortune made Judges, to judge mine eyes to punishment. Fortune, sith they by sight my heart betrayed From wished sight, adjudged them banishment; Love, sith by fire murdered my heart was found, Adjudged them in tears for to be drowned. VI _Of several complaints of misfortune in love only_ Wonder it is and pity is't that she In whom all beauty's treasure we may find, That may unrich the body and the mind, Towards the poor should use no charity. My love has gone a begging unto thee. And if that beauty had not been more kind That pity, long ere this he had been pined; But beauty is content his food to be. O pity have when such poor orphans beg! Love, naked boy, hath nothing on his back; And though he wanteth neither arm nor leg, Yet maimed he is sith he his sight doth lack. And yet though blind he beauty can behold, And yet though naked he feels more heat than cold. VII _Of several complaints of misfortune in love only_ Pity refusing my poor love to feed, A beggar starved for want of help he lies; And at your mouth, the door of beauty, cries, That thence some alms of sweet grants might proceed. But as he waiteth for some almes deed, A cherry tree before the door he spies. "O dear," quoth he, "two cherries may suffice. Two only may save life in this my need." But beggars, can they nought but cherries eat? Pardon my love, he is a goddess' son, And never feedeth but on dainty meat, Else need he not to pine, as he hath done; For only the sweet fruit of this sweet tree Can give food to my love and life to me. VIII _Of his lady's veil wherewith she covered her_