Thus am I free from laws that other bind

Thus am I free from laws that other bind,
Who divers verse to divers matter frame;
All kind of styles do serve my Lady's name;
What they in all the world, in her I find.
The lofty verse doth show her noble mind,
By which she quencheth love's enraged flame;
Sweet lyrics sing her heavenly beauty's fame;
The tender elege speaks her pity kind.
In mournful tragic verse for her I die;
In comic she revives me with her eye:
All serve my Goddess both for mirth and moan;
Each look she casts doth breed both peace and strife;
Each word she speaks doth cause both death and life;
Out of myself I live in her alone.