Sonnet 42

WIth griefe in Heart, and tears in swelling Eyes,
When I to her had given a sad Fare-well,
Close sealed with a Kisse, and Dew which fell
On my else-moistned Face from Beauties Skies;
So strange Amazement did my Mind surprise,
That at each Pace I fainting turn'd againe,
Like one whom a Torpedo stupifies,
Not feeling Honours Bit, nor Reasons Raine:
But when fierce Stars to part me did constraine,
With back-cast Looks, I both envi'd and bless'd
The happy Walls and Place did her containe,
Untill my eyes that flying Object miss'd;
So Wailing▪ parted Ganymede the faire,
When Eagles Talents bore him through the Aire.