Why Should Your Faire Eyes With Such Soueraine Grace, Dispearse Their Raies On Euery Vulgar Spirit, Whilst I In Darknes In The Selfesame Place, Get Not One Glance To Recompence My Merit: So Doth The Plow-Man Gaze The Wandring Starre, And Onely Rests Contented With The Light, That Neuer Learnd What Constellations Are, Beyond The Bent Of His Vnknowing Sight. O Why Should Beautie (Custome To Obey) To Their Grosse Sence Applie Her Selfe So Ill? Would God I Were As Ignorant As They When I Am Made Vnhappy By My Skill; Onely Compeld On This Poore Good To Boast, Heauens Are Not Kind To Them That Know Them Most.