Love borne in _Greece_, of late fled from his native place, Forst by a tedious proofe, that Turkish hardned hart Were no fit marke, to pearce with his fine pointed dart: And pleasd with our lost peace, staide here his fleeting race. But finding these North climes, too coldlie him imbrace, Not usde to frosen clippes, he strave to finde some part Where with most ease and warmth, he might imploy his art. At length he preach’d himselfe in _Stellas_ joyfull face, Whose faire skinne, beamie eyes, like morning Sunne on snow: Deceiv’d the quaking boy, who thought from so pure light, Effects of livelie heate must needes in nature growe. But shee most faire, most colde; made him thence take his flight To my close hart; where while some fire brands he did lay, He burnt unwares his wings, and cannot fly away. Queene Vertues Court, which some call _Stellas_ face, Prepar’d by Natures cheefest furniture: Hath his front built of Alabaster pure. Gold is the covering of that statelie place. The doore, by which sometimes comes forth her grace Red Porphire is, which locke of Pearle makes sure: Whose Porches rich, with name of chekes indure, Marble mixt red and white, doe enterlace. The Windowes now, through which this heavenly guest Lookes ore the world, and can finde nothing such, Which dare claime from those lights the name of best, Of touch they are, that without touch doe touch, Which Cupids selfe, from beauties mine did drawe: Of touch they are, and poore I am their strawe. Reason, in faith thou art well serv’d, that still Would’st brabling be, with sence and love in me: I rather with thee climbe the Muses hill, Or reach the fruite of Natures chiefest tree: Or seeke heavens course, or heavens inside to see: Why should’st thou toyle, our thornie soyle to till? Leave sence and those that sences objects be, Deale thou with powers, of thoughts leave love to will. But thou wouldst needes fight both with Love and sence, With sworde of witte, giving woundes of dispraise: Till down-right blowes did foyle thy cunning fence, So soone as they strake thee with _Stellas_ rayes. Reason, thou knewest, and offered straight to prove; By reason good, good reason her to love.