When I behould heauens all behoulding starres,
I doe compare them to my woes and smart,
Causde by the many wounds and mightie scarres
That loue hath trenched in my bleeding hart:
And when I thinke vpon the Ocean sands,
Me thinkes they number but my ladies bewties,
And represent the infinites of bandes
Wherein my heart is bound to endles duties:
And when I see natures faire children thriue,
Nurst in the bosome of the fruitefull earth,
From my chast vowes they their increase deriue;
And as they spring, so haue my vowes their birth:
And as the starres and sands haue endles date,
So is my loue subiect to naught but fate.