Sonnet 36

STella, whence doth these newe assaults arise,
A conquerd, yeelding, ransackt hart to win?
Whereto long since, through my long battred eyes,
Whole Armies of thy beauties entred in,
And there long since, Loue thy Lieuetenant lyes,
My forces raz'd, thy banners rais'd within;
Of conquest what doe these effects suffise,
But wilt new warre vppon thine owne begin,
With so sweet voyce, and by sweet nature so,
In sweetest strength, so sweetly skild withall,
In all sweet stratagems sweete Arte can shew:
That not my soule which at thy foote did fall
Long sithence forst by thy beames; but stone nor tree
By sences priuiledge can scape from thee.