Astrophel and Stella: 62

Late tyr'd with wo, euen ready for to pineWith rage of Loue, I cald my Loue vnkind;She in whose eyes Loue thought vnfelt doth shine,Sweet said that I true loue in her should find.I joyed, but straight thus watred was my wine,That loue she did, but loued a Loue not blind,Which would not let me, whom she loued, declineFrom nobler course, fit for my birth and mind:And therefore by her Loues authority,Wild me these tempests of vaine loue to flie,And anchor fast my selfe on Vertues shore.Alas, if this the only mettal beOf Loue, new-coin'd to helpe my beggery,Deare, loue me not, that ye may loue me more.