| IF love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? | |
| O! never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow’d: | |
| Though to myself forsworn, to thee I ’ll constant prove; | |
| Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers bow’d. | |
| Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes, | 5 |
| Where all those pleasures live that art can comprehend. | |
| If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; | |
| Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend; | |
| All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder; | |
| Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire: | 10 |
| Thine eye Jove’s lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful thunder, | |
| Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire, | |
| Celestial as thou art, O! do not love that wrong, | |
| To sing heaven’s praise with such an earthly tongue. |