Where blaze those lights fairest of earthly things
Which clear our clouded world with brightest flame.
M’ambitious thoughts confined in her face
Affect no honor, but what she can give me;
My hopes do rest in limits of her grace;
I weigh no comfort unless she relieve me.
For she that can my heart imparadize
Holds in her fairest hand what dearest is:
My Fortune’s wheel, the circle of her eyes,
Whose rolling grace deign once a turn of bliss.
All my life’s sweet consists in her alone,
So much I love the most unloving one.