Some _Ganges_, _Ister_, and of _Tagus_ tell,
Some whir-poole _Po_, and slyding _Hypasis_;
Some old _Pernassus_ where the Muses dwell,
Some _Helycon_, and some faire _Simois_:
A, fooles! thinke I, had you _Idea_ seene,
Poore Brookes and Banks had no such wonders beene.


Amour 21

Letters and lynes, we see, are soone defaced,
Mettles doe waste and fret with cankers rust;
The Diamond shall once consume to dust,
And freshest colours with foule staines disgraced.
Paper and yncke can paynt but naked words,
To write with blood of force offends the sight,
And if with teares, I find them all too light;
And sighes and signes a silly hope affoords.
O, sweetest shadow! how thou seru'st my turne,
Which still shalt be as long as there is Sunne,
Nor whilst the world is neuer shall be done,
Whilst Moone shall shyne by night, or any fire shall burne:
That euery thing whence shadow doth proceede,
May in his shadow my Loues story reade.


Amour 22

My hart, imprisoned in a hopeless Ile,
Peopled with Armies of pale iealous eyes,