wisdom waiting superfluous folly
these great tears grace remembrance those I shed for thy what was he like I forgot him imagination carries no favor into yet mind I am undone no living none if mine be away it were all one that I should love bright particular star thinkingly wed it he is so above me his bright radiance collateral light must I be comforted not in his sphere ambitioning my love kind that would be mated by lion must die for love twas pretty thought a play see him every hour sit draw his arched brows hawkeying eyes his curls our hearts capable every line trick his sweet favor now he is gone yet my idolatrous fancy must sanctify his relics who comes here one that goes with him I love him for his sake yet I know him a notorious liar think him a great way fool solely a coward yet these fixed angels sit so fit in him that they take place when virtues steely bones look up I cold winding full oft we thrust wisdom waiting superfluous folly