Sonnet 25

SLide soft faire Forth, and make a Christall Plaine,
Cut your white Locks, and on your foamy Face
Let not a wrinkle be, when you embrace
The Boat that Earths Perfections doth containe.
Winds wonder, and through wondring hold your pace;
Or if that ye your hearts cannot restraine
From sending sighs, feeling a Lovers Case,
Sigh, and in her faire haire your selves enchaine,
Or take these sighs which absence makes arise
From my oppressed brest, and fill the sailes,
Or some sweet breath new brought from Paradise:
The flouds do smile, Love o're the winds prevailes;
And yet huge Waves arise, the cause is this,
The Ocean strives with Forth the Boat to kisse.