In truth, O Loue, with what a boyish kind
Thou doest proceed in thy most serious ways,
That when the heau’n to thee his best displayes,
Yet of that best thou leau’st the best behinde!
For, like a childe that some faire booke doth find,
With gilded leaues or colour’d vellum playes,
Or, at the most, on some fine picture stayes,
But neuer heeds the fruit of Writers mind;
So when thou saw’st, in Natures cabinet,
Stella, thou straight lookst babies in her eyes:
In her chekes pit thou didst thy pitfold set,
And in her breast bo-peepe or crouching lies,
Playing and shining in each outward part;
But, fool, seekst not to get into her heart.