My Muse now happy lay thy selfe to rest, <br />Sleepe in the quiet of a faithfull love, <br />Write you no more, but let these Phant'sies mooue <br />Some other hearts, wake not to new unrest. <br />But if you Study be those thoughts adrest <br />To truth, which shall eternall goodnes proove; <br />Enioying of true joy the most, and best <br />The endles gaine which never will remove. <br />Leave the discourse of Venus, and her sonne <br />To young beginners, and their braines inspire <br />With storyes of great Love, and from that fire, <br />Get heat to write the fortunes they have wonne. <br />And thus leave off; what's past shewes you can love, <br />Now let your Constancy your Honor prove.<br /><br />Mary Wroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-muse-now-happy-lay-thy-selfe-to-rest/
