Sonnet 102

O Happie Thames that didst my Stella beare,
I saw thee with full many a smiling line
Vpon thy cheereful face Ioues Liuery weare:
VVhile those faire Plannets on thy streames did shine,
The boat for ioy could not to dance forbeare,
VVhile wanton winds with beautie so diuine
Rauisht, staid not, til in her golden haire
They did themselues (ô sweetest prison) twine.
But faine those friendly windes there would their stay
Haue made, but forst by Nature still to flie,
First did with puffing kisse those Lockes display:
She so discouered, blusht. From window I
with sight thereof cride out; Ah faire disgrace,
Let honours selfe to thee graunt highest place.