Sonnet 106

STella since thou so right a Princesse art
Of all the Powers which life bestowe on me,
That ere by them ought vndertaken be,
They first resort vnto that soueraigne part;
Sweete for a time giue respite to my heart,
VVhich pants as though it stil should leape to thee:
And on my thought giue the Lieuetenancie
To this great cause, which needes both wit and Art,
And as a Queene who from hir presence sends
VVhom shee emploies, dismisse from thee my wit,
Still to haue wrought that thy owne will attends,
For seruants shame of Maisters blame doth sit.
O let not Fooles in me thy works approue,
And scorning say, see what it is to loue.