Astrophel and Stella: 85

I see the house, my heart thy selfe containe,Beware full sailes drowne not thy tottring barge:Least joy by nature apt sprites to enlarge,Thee to thy wracke beyond thy limits straine.Nor doe like Lords, whose weake confused braine,Not pointing to fit folkes each vndercharge,While euerie office themselues will discharge,With doing all, leaue nothing done but paine.But giue apt seruants their due place, let eyesSee Beauties totall summe summ'd in her face:Let eares heare speech, which wit to wonder tyes.Let breath sucke vp those sweetes, let armes embraceThe globe of weale, lips Loues indentures make:Thou but of all the kingly Tribute take.