Then call'd he vp the winged _Mercury_, (The mighty Messenger of Gods enrold,) And bad him hither hastily to hie, Whom tended by her Nymphes he should behold, (Like Pearles ycouched all in shining gold.) And euen with that, from pleasant slumbring sleepe, (Desiring much these wonders to vnfold) I wak'ning, when _Aurora_ gan to peepe, Depriu'd so soone of my sweet Dreame, gan almost weepe. _The Conclusion._ Thus, sacred Virgin, Muse of chastitie, This difference is betwixt the Moone and thee: Shee shines by Night; but thou by Day do'st shine: Shee Monthly changeth; thou dost nere decline: And as the Sunne, to her, doth lend his light, So hee, by thee, is onely made so bright: Yet neither Sun, nor Moone, thou canst be named, Because thy light hath both their beauties shamed: Then, since an heauenly Name doth thee befall, Thou VIRGO art: (if any Signe at all). FINIS. [Illustration] [Illustration] [_SONNETS._] _SONNET. I._ [Illustration] Sporting at fancie, setting light by loue, There came a theefe, and stole away my heart, (And therefore robd me of my chiefest part) Yet cannot Reason him a felon proue. For why his beauty (my hearts thiefe) affirmeth, Piercing no skin (the bodies fensiue wall) And hauing leaue, and free consent withall, Himselfe not guilty, from loue guilty tearmeth, Conscience the Iudge, twelue Reasons are the Iurie, They finde mine eies the be[a]utie t' haue let in, And on this verdict giuen, agreed they bin, VVherefore, because his beauty did allure yee, Your Doome is this: in teares still to be drowned, VVhen his faire forehead with disdain is frowned. _SONNET. II._ [Illustration] Be[a]uty and Maiesty are falne at ods, Th'one claimes his cheeke, the other claimes his chin; Then Vertue comes, and puts her title in. (Quoth she) I make him like th'immortall Gods. (Quoth Maiestie) I owne his lookes, his Brow, His lips, (quoth Loue) his eies, his faire is mine. And yet (quoth Maiesty) he is not thine, I mixe Disdaine with Loues congealed Snow. I, but (quoth Loue) his lockes are mine (by right) His stately gate is mine (quoth Maiestie,) And mine (quoth Vertue) is his Modestie. Thus as they striue about this heauenly wight, At last the other two to Vertue yeeld, The lists of Loue, fought in faire Beauties field. _SONNET. III._ [Illustration]