Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 40

WHen I assaie to blaze my louely Love
And to expresse Hir alin Colors quaint
I rob Earth, Sea, Aire, Fire, and all aboue
Of their best Parts, but her worst parts to paint:
Staidnesse from Earth, from Sea the cleerest part,
From Aire her subtilty, from Fire her light
From Sonne, Moone, Stars the glory they impart
So, rob and wrong I All to do her right.
But if the beauty of her Mind I touch
(Sith That before toucht, touch but parts externe)
I ransack Heaun a thousand times as much
Sith in that mind we may that Mind discerne
Thats all in All that are or faire, or good;
And so shees most diuine in Flesh, and bloud.