 | Amoretti and Epithalamion |  |
III.
The soverayne beauty which I doo admyre,
Witness the world how worthy to be praysed!
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.
Witness the world how worthy to be praysed!
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.
| Amoretti and Epithalamion | |