Astrophel and Stella: 51

Pardon mine eares, both I and they do pray,So may your tongue still fluently proceed,To them that do such entertainment need,So may you still haue somewhat new to say.On silly me doe not the burthen lay,Of all the graue conceits your braine doth breed;But find some Hercules to beare, in steedOf Atlas tyr'd, your wisedomes heau'nly sway.For me, while you discourse of courtly tides,Of cunning fishers in most troubled streames,Of straying waies, when valiant errour guides.Meane while my heart conferrs with Stellas beames,And is euen irkt that so sweet Comœdie,By such vnsuted speech should hindred be.