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THe souerayne
beauty which I doo admyre,
witnesse the world how
worthy to be prayzed:
the light wherof hath kindled
heauenly iyre,
in my fraile spirit by her from
basenesse raysed.
That being now with her huge
brightnesse dazed,
base thing I can no more endure
to view:
but looking still on her I stand amazed,
at wondrous sight of so celestiall hew.
So when
my toung would speak her praises dew,
it stopped is
with thoughts astonishment:
and when my pen would
write her titles true,
it rauisht is with fancies
wonderment:
Yet in my hart I then both speake and
write,
the wonder that my wit cannot endite.
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