LACKYNG my loue, I go from place to place,

Lyke a young fawne that late hath lost the hynd:

And seeke each where, where last I sawe her face,

Whose ymage yet I carry fresh in mynd.

I seeke the fields with her late footing fynd;

I seeke her bowre with her late presence deckt,

Yet nor in field nor bowre I her can fynd:

Yet field and bowre are full of her aspect,

But when myne eyes I thereunto direct,

They ydly back returne to me agayne,

And when I hope to see theyr trew obiect,1

I fynd my selfe but fed with fancies vayne.

Ceasse then, myne eyes, to seeke her selfe to see,

And let my thoughts behold her selfe in mee.

注释：1.trew obiect：指心中的完美形象，亦即下面金句中提到的本相。