LXII.
Late tired with woe, even ready for to pine
With rage of love, I called my love "unkind!"
She in whose eyes love, though unfelt, doth shine
Sweetly said, "That I, true love in her should find."
I joyed; but straight thus watered was my wine.
"That love she did, but loved a love not blind;
Which would not let me, whom she loved, decline
From nobler course, fit for my birth and mind:
And therefore by her love's authority,
Willed me, these tempests of vain love to fly;
And anchor fast myself on Virtue's shore."
Alas, if this the only metal be
Of love new coined to help my beggary:
Dear! love me not, that ye may love me more!
LXIII.
O Grammar rules! O now your virtues show!
So children still read you with awful eyes;
As my young Dove may in your precepts wise
Her grant to me, by her own virtue know.
For late, with heart most high, with eyes most low;
I craved the thing which ever she denies:
She lightning love, displaying VENUS' skies,
Lest once should not be heard; said twice "No!" "No!"
Sing then my Muse! now Io Paean sing!
Heavens! envy not at my high triumphing;
But Grammar's force with sweet success confirm!
For Grammar says (O this dear STELLA'S "Nay!")
For Grammar says (to Grammar, who says "Nay"?)
"That in one speech, two negatives affirm."
