Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 46

SOme say they loue, because their Loues are faire;
And other some, sith they are wise and kind:
The first, loue but the hue of Flesh, or Haire:
But the last, loue the beauty of the Mind.
But, my loue kindled is at both those fires:
For, Wit and Beauty in my Loue doth flame
Without al noisom Smoake of dark Desires:
So, bright she is in Beauty, Wit, and Fame.
If all these do concur to cause my Loue,
That Loue, so caus'd, shold bring forth rare effects:
And so it doth, for me it so doth moue
As I do rest in restlesse rare Affects.
Then, sith (deer Sweet) thy Graces and my Loue
Are like, alike, let our Affections moue.