It is most true

It is most true, that eyes are found to serve

The inward light: and that the heavenly part

Ought to be King, from whose rules who doth swerve,

Rebels to nature, strive for their owne smart.

It is most true, what wee call _Cupids_ dart,

An Image is, which for ourselves we carve:

And fooles adore, in Temple of our hart,

Till that good God make church and Church-men starve.

True that true beautie vertue is in deede,

Whereof this beautie can but be a shade:

Which Elements with mortall mixture breede,

True that on earth we are but Pilgrimes made,

And should in soule, up to our Country move:

True and most true, that I must Stella love.