Caelica, Sonnet III

MOre than most faire, full of that heauenly fire,
Kindled aboue to shew the Makers glory,
Beauties first-born, in whom all powers conspire,
To write the Graces life, and Muses storie.
If in my heart all Saints else be defaced,
Honour the Shrine, where you alone are placed.

Thou window of the skie, and pride of spirits,
True Character of honour in perfection,
Thou heauenly creature, Iudge of earthly merits,
And glorious prison of mans pure affection,
If in my heart all Nymphs else be defaced,
Honour the shrine, where you alone are placed.