[my Muse Now Happy Lay Thy Selfe To Rest,] Poem by Mary Wroth

My Muse now happy lay thy selfe to rest,
Sleepe in the quiet of a faithfull love,
Write you no more, but let these Phant'sies mooue
Some other hearts, wake not to new unrest.
But if you Study be those thoughts adrest
To truth, which shall eternall goodnes proove;
Enioying of true joy the most, and best
The endles gaine which never will remove.
Leave the discourse of Venus, and her sonne
To young beginners, and their braines inspire
With storyes of great Love, and from that fire,
Get heat to write the fortunes they have wonne.
And thus leave off; what's past shewes you can love,
Now let your Constancy your Honor prove.