Let others sing of Knights and Palladines
In aged accents and untimely words,
Paint shadowes in imaginarie lines,
Which wel the reach of their high wits records:
But I must sing of thee and those faire eyes;
Autentique shall my verse in time to come,
When yet th'unborne shall say, " Loe, where she lyes,
Whose beauty made him speak that else was dombe
These are the Arkes, the Trophies I erect,
That fortifie thy name against old age;
And these thy sacred vertues must protect
Against the darke, and Time's consuming rage
Though th'error of my youth they shall discover,
Suffice, they shew I liv'd and was thy lover.