Sonet 4.

Sweetest of Ladies if thy pleasure be
To murther hearts, stay not in England still,
Reuenge on Spaine thy husbands death, and kill
His foes, not them that loue both him and thee.

O sound reuenge that I desire to see.
If they be fooles which wish with theyre own ill
Hurt to theyre foes; then what be they that will
With theyre owne hurt wish good to enemye?

And thus doe I: and thus ambitiouse Spaine
Vnsatisfied the new-found world to gayne,
Two better worlds should haue, I meane thyne eyes.

And we oure world, oure world his sun should misse,
Oure sun his heauen, thyne eye oure want supplies:
Oure world, oure sun, oure heauen, oure all it is.