Astrophel and Stella: 4

Vertue alas, now let me take some rest,Thou setst a bate betweene my will and wit,If vaine loue haue my simple soule opprest:Leaue what thou likest not, deale not thou with it.Thy scepter vse in some old Catoes brest;Churches or schooles are for thy seate more fit:I do confesse, pardon a fault confest:My mouth too tender is for thy hard bit.But if that needes thou wilt vsurping be,The little reason that is left in me,And still th'effect of thy perswasions proue:I sweare, my heart such one shall shew to thee,That shrines in flesh so true a Deitie,That Vertue, thou thy selfe shalt be in loue.