Let not (deere Sweete ) the wheeling of the Spheares
(That spight thy Christaline translucencie)
Winde vp thy lifes-Threed on the Spowle of yeares
Ere thou dost as thy Mother did for Thee:
Least that thy Glasse thy beautie doo accuse
Before the soueraign'st Sence , for being desflowr'd
By Time , which Thee, as thou did'st, Him, abuse:
Which by thy Beautie will be ill endur'd
Why mak'st an Idoll of Diuinitie
(Thy Beautie! ) and with It the Pagan play,
By off'ring vp thy selfe, to It, and dy
In Flames, but of Selfe-loue , condempn'd eache waie?
Then, better thou hadst nere bin borne, sith birth
Thy diuine Beauty so condempnes to Earth