The sovereign beauty which I do admire, br Witness the world how worthy to be praised: br The light whereof hath kindled heavenly fire br In my frail spirit, by her from baseness raised; br That being now with her huge brightness dazed, br Base thing I can no more endure to view; br But looking still on her, I stand amazed br At wondrous sight of so celestial hue. br So when my tongue would speak her praises due, br It stopped is with thought's astonishment: br And when my pen would write her titles true, br It ravish'd is with fancy's wonderment: br Yet in my heart I then both speak and write br The wonder that my wit cannot endite.