77             [from Cælica]

SONNET 84.

Farewell sweet Boy, complaine not of my truth;
Thy Mother lov’d thee not with more devotion;
For to thy Boyes play I gave all my youth,
Yong Master, I did hope for your promotion.

5               While some sought Honours, Princes thoughts observing,

         Many woo’d Fame, the child of paine and anguish,

         Others judg’d inward good a chiefe deserving,

         I in thy wanton Visions joy’d to languish.

I bow’d not to thy image for succession,

10             Nor bound thy bow to shoot reformed kindnesse,

         Thy playes of hope and feare were my confession,

         The spectacles to my life was thy blindnesse:

But Cupid now farewell, I will goe play me,

With thoughts that please me lesse, and lesse betray me.