The sovereign beauty which I do admire, Witness the world how worthy to be praised: The light whereof hath kindled heavenly fire In my frail spirit, by her from baseness raised; That being now with her huge brightness dazed, Base thing I can no more endure to view; But looking still on her, I stand amazed At wondrous sight of so celestial hue. So when my tongue would speak her praises due, It stopped is with thought`s astonishment: And when my pen would write her titles true, It ravish`d is with fancy`s wonderment: Yet in my heart I then both speak and write The wonder that my wit cannot endite.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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