Caelica - Sonnet 20
Why how now Cupid , doe you couet change?
And from a Stealer to a Keepers state,
With barkings Doggs doe you the Couerts range,
That carried bread to still them but of late?
What shall we doe that with your Bow are wounded?
Your Bow which blindeth each thing it doth hit,
Since feare and lust in you are so confounded,
As your hot fire beares water still in it.
Play not the foole, for though your Dogs be good,
Hardy, loud, earnest, and of little sleep,
Yet mad desires with cryes are not with-stood ,
They must be better arm'd that meane to keep:
And since vnweapon'd care makes men forlorne,
Let me first make your Dogge an Vnicorne.
And from a Stealer to a Keepers state,
With barkings Doggs doe you the Couerts range,
That carried bread to still them but of late?
What shall we doe that with your Bow are wounded?
Your Bow which blindeth each thing it doth hit,
Since feare and lust in you are so confounded,
As your hot fire beares water still in it.
Play not the foole, for though your Dogs be good,
Hardy, loud, earnest, and of little sleep,
Yet mad desires with cryes are not with-stood ,
They must be better arm'd that meane to keep:
And since vnweapon'd care makes men forlorne,
Let me first make your Dogge an Vnicorne.
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