Sonnet 125

　　Were't aught to me I bore the canopy，

　　With my extern the outward honouring，

　　Or laid great bases for eternity，

　　Which proves more short than waste or ruining？

　　Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour

　　Lose all，and more by paying too much rent，

　　For compound sweet forgoing simple savour，

　　Pitiful thrivers in their gazing spent？

　　No，let me be obsequious in thy heart，

　　And take thou my oblation，poor but free