Caelica, Sonnet IV

YOu little starres that liue in skyes,
And glory in Apollo's glorie,
In whose aspects conioined lyes
The Heauens will, and Natures storie,
Ioy to be likened to those eyes,
Which eyes make all eyes glad, or sorie,
For when you force thoughts from aboue,
These ouer-rule your force by loue.

And thou ô Loue, which in these eyes
Hast married Reason with Affection,
And made them Saints of beauties skyes,
Where ioyes are shadowes of perfection,
Lend me thy wings that I may rise
Vp not by worth but thy election;
For I haue vow'd in strangest fashion,
To loue, and neuer seeke compassion.