From: Une Sparo Let not be the confusion of subtle minds Tis distaste for mine, not but for love May thee alter when such alliteration finds Or, risk sway the order of Zeus above? Venus gives rise a course of impertinent cheeks Bearing or bending the needle hath come Fate suffers not as it cravenly speaks Bare witness thyne pledge for there it is from Tis ever fixèd on Jupiter’s mark? A patient tempest is not to be shaken Then liken my song to a grounded Lark Whose worth be known shall not be forsaken And, you would be called thus be tight, taught to narrow? Should it be writ would be writ out Le Sparo Châz
