The sovereign beauty which I do admire,
Edmund Spenser
Most happy letters, fram'd by skilful trade,
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me?
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,
MOST glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes
By that he ended had his ghostly sermon,
Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL