Leave lady in your glasse of christall clene,
    Your goodly selfe for evermore to vew:
    and in my selfe, my inward selfe I meane,
    most lively lyke behold your semblant trew.
Within my hart, though hardly it can shew
    thing so divine to vew of earthly eye:
    the fayre Idea of your celestiall hew,
    and every part remaines immortally:
And were it not that through your cruelty,
    with sorrow dimmed and deformd it were:
    the goodly ymage of your visnomy,
    clearer then christall would therein appere.
But if your selfe in me ye playne will see,
    remove the cause by which your fayre beames darkned be.