Delia: Sonnet 1

VNto the boundles Ocean of thy beautie,
Runs this poore riuer, charg'd with streams of zeale,
Returning thee the trybute of my duty,
Which here my loue, my youth, my plaints reueale.
Heere I vnclaspe the booke of my charg'd soule,
Where I haue cast th'accounts of all my care:
Heere haue I summ'd my sighes; here I enrole
How they were spent for thee; looke what they are.
Looke on the deere expences of my youth,
And see how iust I reckon with thine eyes:
Examine well thy beauty with my truth,
And crosse my cares ere greater summes arise.
Read it (sweet maid,) though it be doone but slightly,
Who can shew all his loue, doth loue but lightly.