Caelica, Sonnet XIV

WHy how now Reason, how are you amazed?
Is Worth in Beauty shrind vp to be clothed?
Shall Natures riches by your selfe be razed?
In what but these can you be finely clothed?

Though Myra's eyes, glasses of ioy, and smart,
Daintly shadowed, shew forth loue and feare,
Shall feare make reason from her right depart?
Shall lacke of hope the loue of worth forbeare?

Where is the homage then that Nature oweth?
Loue, is a tribute to perfection due,
Reason in selfe-loues-liuerie bondage showeth,
And hath no freedome, Myra, but in you;
Then Worth, Loue, Reason, Beauty be content,
In Myra onely to be permanent.