Sonnet 23 - When every one to pleasing pastime hies

When every one to pleasing pastime hies

Some hunt, some hawk, some play, while some delight

In sweet discourse, and music shows joy's might

Yet I my thoughts do far above these prize

The joy which I take, is that free from eyes

I sit, and wonder at this day-like night

So to dispose themselves, as void of right;

And leave true pleasure for poor vanities

When others hunt, my thoughts I have in chase;

If hawk, my mind at wished end doth fly,

Discourse, I, with my spirit talk, and cry

While others, music is their greatest grace.

O God, say I, can these fond pleasures move?

Or music be but in dear thoughts of love?