Poem 20
WHo
is
the
same,
which
at
my
window
peepes?
Or
whose
is
that
faire
face,
that
shines
so
bright,
Is
it
not
Cinthia,
she
that
neuer
sleepes,
But
walkes
about
high
heauen
al
the
night?
O
fayrest
goddesse,
do
thou
not
enuy
My
loue
with
me
to
spy:
For
thou
likewise
didst
loue,
though
now
vnthought,
And
for
a
fleece
of
woll,
which
priuily,
The
Latmian
shephard
once
vnto
thee
brought,
His
pleasures
with
thee
wrought,
Therefore
to
vs
be
fauorable
now;
And
sith
of
wemens
labours
thou
hast
charge,
And
generation
goodly
dost
enlarge,
Encline
they
will
t'effect
our
wishfull
vow,
And
the
chast
wombe
informe
with
timely
seed,
That
may
our
comfort
breed:
Till
which
we
cease
our
hopefull
hap
to
sing,
Ne
let
the
woods
vs
answere,
nor
our
Eccho
ring.
