Apollo's Love-Song for fair Daphne

My heart and tongue were twins at once conceived;
The eldest was my heart, born dumb by destiny;
The last my tongue, of all sweet thoughts bereaved.
Yet strung and tuned to play heart's harmony:
Both knit in one, and yet asunder placed.
What heart would speak, the tongue doth still discover;
What tongue doth speak, is of the heart embraced:
And both are one, to make a new-found lover.
New-found, and only found in gods and kings.
Whose words are deeds, but deeds not words regarded.

Chaste thoughts do mount, and fly with swiftest wings,
My love with pain, my pain with loss rewarded.
Engrave upon this tree Daphne's perfection:
That neither men nor gods can force affection.