text: The sovereign beauty which I do admire,
  Witness the world how worthy to be praised:
  The light whereof hath kindled heavenly fire
  In my frail spirit, by her from baseness raised;
  That being now with her huge brightness dazed,
  Base thing I can no more endure to view;
  But looking still on her, I stand amazed
  At wondrous sight of so celestial hue.
  So when my tongue would speak her praises due,
  It stopped is with thought's astonishment:
  And when my pen would write her titles true,
  It ravish'd is with fancy's wonderment:
  Yet in my heart I then both speak and write
  The wonder that my wit cannot endite.