The soverayne beauty which I doo admyre,
     witnesse the world how worthy to be prayzed:
     the light whereof hath kindled heavenly fyre,
     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 ravisht is with fancies wonderment:
Yet in my hart I then both speake and write
     the wonder that my wit cannot endite.