When my good Angell guides me to the place where al my good I do in _Stella_ see, That Heaven of joyes throwes only downe on me Thundred disdaines, and Lightning of disgrace; But when the ruggedst step of fortunes race Makes me fall from _her_ sight, then sweetly _she_ With words, whereing the _Muses_ Treasures be, Shewes love and pittie to my absent case. Now I (witt-beaten long, by hardest fate) So dull am, that I cannot looke into The ground of this fierce love, and loving hate? Then some good body tell me how to do, Whose presence absence, absence presence is: Blest in my curse, and curssed in my blisse. Oft with true sighes, oft with uncalled teares, Now with slow words, now with dumbe eloquence, I _Stellas_ eyes assailde, invade _her_ eares, But this at last is _her_ sweete breath’d defence, That who indeede a sound affection beares, So captives to his Saint both soule and sence, That wholie _Hers_, all selfnes he forbeares. Thence his desire he learnes, his lives course thence, Now since this chast love, hates this love in mee; With chastned minde I needes must shew, that shee Shall quickly me from what she hates remove. O Doctor _Cupid_, thou for me reply: Driven els to graunt by Angell Sophistry, That I love not, without I leave to love. Late tyr’d with woe, even ready for to pine With rage of love, I call my Love unkinde. _Shee_ in whose eyes, love though unfelt doth shine, Sweetely saide, I true love in her should finde. I joyed, but straight thus watred was my wine: That love she did, but with a love not blinde. Which would not let me, whome she lov’d decline. From Nobler course, fit for my birth and minde. And therefore her loves Authoritie; Wild me those Tempests of vaine love to flee: And Anchor fast my selfe on vertues shore. Alas if this the onely mettall be, Of love newe coyn’d to help my beggery: Deere, love me not, that you may love me more. Oh Grammer rules, oh now your vertues showe, So Children still read you with awfull eyes, As my young Dove may in your precepts wise, Her graunt to me by her owne vertue knowe. For late with hart most hie, with eyes most lowe; I crav’d the thing which ever she denies. Shee lightning Love, displaying _Venus_ skyes, Least one should not be heard twise, said no no. Sing then my Muse, now I do Pæan sing. Heavens Envy not at my high triumphing: But Grammers force with sweete successe confirme, For Grammer sayes (ah this deere _Stella_ way) For Grammer sayes (to Grammer who sayes nay) That in one speech, two negatives affirme.