Sonnet 29

LIke some weake Lords neighbours by mighty kings,
To keepe themselues and their chiefe Citties free
Doe easily yeelde, that all theyr coast may be
Readie to serue their Campe of needfull things:
So Stellas hart finding what power Loue brings,
To keepe it selfe in life and libertie,
Doth willing graunt that in the Frontire he
Vse all to helpe his other conquerings.
And thus her hart escapes, but thus her eyes
Serue him with shot, her lips his Herralds are,
Her brests his Tents, legges his tryumphall Chare,
Herselfe his foode, her skin his Armor braue.
But for because my chiefest prospect lyes
Vpon the coast, I am giuen vp for a slaue.