Sonnet, VII.

Though perchance it seeme to some but a toy and a trifle,
Seeme to some in vaine, to bestowe but a part of an houre,
In penning Poemes: in hon'ring him with a Poeme.
Yet I appeale to the pen of pierelesse Poet Amyntas,
Matchles Amintas minde, to the minde of Matchles Amintas
Sweete bonny Phillis loue, to the loue of sweete bonny Phillis,
Whether pen, or minde, or loue, of Phillis Amintas
Loue, or minde, or pen, of pen-loue-minder Amintas:
Thinke of him (perhaps) as some doe thinke of Amintas:
Oh that I might be loude, of Phillis louer: Amintas.
Oh that I might be thought, as I thinke of Phillis: Amintas.
Oh that I might be iudgde as I iudge of Phillis: Amintas:
Then would I neuer care for such base beggarly make-bookes
That in ueigh against the dead, like deadly maligners.
What if he were a man, as bad or worse than a Hel-hound?
As shall I thinke that he was a bad or worse than a Hel-hound?
Yet it ill became sweete mindes to haunt in Auernus:
Ill became such Cutes, to barke at a poore silly carcas
Some had cause to mone, and mourne, & murmur against him:
Others none at all, yet none at all, so against him.
For my selfe I wish, that none had written against him
But such men which had iust cause t'haue written against him.