How then succeedeth (that amid this woe)
Where reasons sence doth from my soule deuide:
By these vaine lines my fittes be specified
Which from their endlesse Ocean dayly floe
Where was it borne whence did this humour groe?
Which long obscur'd with melancholyes mist
Inspires my gyddie braynes vnpurified
So liuely, with sound reasons to persist
In framing tunefull Elegies, and Hymnes
For her whose name my Sonnets note so trimmes,
That nought but her chast name so could assist:
And my muse in first tricking out her lymmes,
Found in her liuelesse shadow such delight:
That yet she shadowes her, when as I write.