Cloris, I wish that Envy were 
As just as pity doth appear
Unto your state, that so I might
Rob others to give you delight,
But your too free though lovely charm
In others' glory brings you harm,
For while you willingly admit
So many rivals to your wit,
Unthriftily you throw away
The pleasure of your beauteous sway,
Which loosely scattered so on many,
Securely fastens not on any,
And so your beauty to discover,
Brings many gazers but no lover,
And your too greedy hands destroy
What you would yourself enjoy.
 So princes by ambition thrifty grown,
 In chase of many kingdoms lose their own.