Sonet 5.

When others hooded with blind loue doe flye
Lowe on the ground with buzzard Cupids wings
A heauenlye loue from loue of loue thee brings
And makes thy Muse to mount aboue the skie

Yonge Muses be not wonte to flye so hye
Age schoold by tyme such sober dittie sings
But thy youth flyes from loue of youthful things
And so the wings of tyme doth overflye

Thus thow disdainest all worldlye wings as slow
Because thy Muse with Angells wings doth leaue
Tymes wings behinde and Cupids wings below
But take thow heed least fames wings thee deceaue
With all thy speed from fame thow canst not flee
But more thow flyest the more it followes thee.