Canzon 19. No! no, Zepheria! Fame is too rich a prize

Anonymous

NO! no, ZEPHERIA! Fame is too rich a prize

My all-unmeriting lines for to attend on!

The best applause of my Muse, on thine eyes

Depends! It craves but smiles, his pains to guerdon!

But thine, the glory of this weak emprise!

Well wot I, his demerit is but bare!

Duteous respect then, will not that I portionise

To me, in love’s respect, equal like care.

Lovely respective! equal thou this care!

And with thine heaven’s calm smiles, mine heart imparadise!

Shine forth thy comfort’s sun, my fears’ Dismayer!

O well it fits lovers to sympathise!

Hold thou the spoils of Fame, for thine inheritance!

Thy love, to me is sweetest chevisance!