| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | To Cynthia | | By Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke (1554–1628) |
| | | CYNTHIA, 1 whose glories are at full forever, | |
| Whose beauties draw forth tears, and kindle fires, | |
| Fires, which kindled once are quenchèd never: | |
| So beyond hope your worth bears up desires. | |
| Why cast you clouds on your sweet-looking eyes? | 5 |
| Are you afraid, they show me too much pleasure? | |
| Strong Nature decks the grave wherein it lies, | |
| Excellence can never be expressed in measure. | |
| Are you afraid because my heart adores you, | |
| The world will think I hold Endymion’s place? | 10 |
| Hippolytus, sweet Cynthia, kneeled before you; | |
| Yet did you not come down to kiss his face. | |
| Angels enjoy the Heaven’s inward choirs: | |
| Star-gazers only multiply desires. | |
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