Cloris, I wish that Envy were as just

Cloris, I wish that Envy were

As just as pity doth appear

Unto your state, that so I might

Rob others to give you delight,

But your too free though lovely charm

In others' glory brings you harm,

For while you willingly admit

So many rivals to your wit,

Unthriftily you throw away

The pleasure of your beauteous sway,

Which loosely scattered so on many,

Securely fastens not on any,

And so your beauty to discover,

Brings many gazers but no lover,

And your too greedy hands destroy

What you would yourself enjoy.

So princes by ambition thrifty grown,

In chase of many kingdoms lose their own.