Astrophel and Stella: 40

As good to write as for to lie and grone,O Stella deare, how much thy power hath wrought,That hast my mind, none of the basest, broughtMy still stept course, while other sleepe to mone.Alas, if from the height of Vertues throne,Thou canst vouchsafe the influence of a thoughtVpon a wretch, that long thy grace hath sought;Weigh then how I by thee am ouerthrowne.And then, think thus although thy beautie beMade manifest by such a victorie,Yet noblest Conquerours do wreckes auoid.Since then thou hast so farre subdued me,That in my heart I offer still to thee,O do not let thy Temple be destroy'd.