Sonet

To thee I send, thou fairest of the fayre,

 The vowes and rites, of an unfained heart:

Who with my plaints, doe pearce the subtill Ayre,

That Beautie thou, maist heare and see my smart.

Who sues, but that thy deputie on earth,

May take in gree, my off rings of good will,

And in account returne my Loue in worth.

With charge thy priests, my bones to ashes burne:

And with the same, thy aulters all to meale,

That I may make (to serue each louers turne)

 The peace off ring, with Sacrifice of zeale.