Astrophel and Stella: 83

Good brother Philip, I haue borne you long,I was content you should in fauour creepe,While craftily you seem'd your cut to keepe,As though that faire soft hand did you great wrong.I bare (with Enuie) yet I bare your song,When in her neck you did Loue ditties peepe;Nay, more foole I, oft suffered you to sleepIn Lillies neast, where Loues selfe lies along.What, doth high place ambitious thoughts augment?Is sawcinesse reward of curtesie?Cannot such grace your silly selfe content,But you must needs with those lips billing be?And through those lips drink Nectar from that tong,Leaue that sir Phip, least off your neck be wrong.