To Chloe, Courting her for his Friend

TO CHLOE,

Courting her for his Friend.

Chloe behold! againe I bowe, Againe possest, againe I woe; From my heat hath taken fire, Damas, noble youth, and fries: Gazing with one of mine eyes Damas, halfe of me expires: Chloe, behold! Our Fate's the same, Or make me Cinders too, or quench his Flame

I'd not be King, unlesse there sate Lesse Lords that shar'd with me in State; Who by their cheaper Coronets know What glories from my Diadem flow: It's use and rate values the Gem, Pearles in their shells have no esteem; And I being Sun within thy Sphere, 'Tis my chiefe beauty thinner lights shine there.

The Us'rer heaps unto his store, By seeing others praise it more; Who not for gaine, or want doth covet, But 'cause another loves, doth love it: Thus gluttons cloy'd afresh invite Their Gusts, from some new appetite; And after cloth remov'd, and meate, Fall too againe by seeing others eate.