My grief begun, fair saint, when first I saw Love in those eyes sit ruling with disdain, Whose sweet commands did keep a world in awe, And caused them serve your favor to obtain. I stood as one enchanted with a frown, Yet smiled to see all creatures serve those eyes, Where each with sighs paid tribute to that crown, And thought them graced by your dumb replies. But I, ambitious, could not be content Till that my service more than sighs made known; And for that end my heart to you I sent To say and swear that, fair, it is your own. Then greater graces, Licia, do impart, Not dumb replies unto a speaking heart. SONNET MADE UPON THE TWO TWINS, DAUGHTERS OF THE LADY MOLLINEUX, BOTH PASSING LIKE, AND EXCEEDING FAIR Poets did feign that heavens a Venus had, Matchless herself, and Cupid was her son; Men sued to these, and of their smiles were glad, By whom so many famous were undone. Now Cupid mourns that he hath lost his might, And that these two so comely are to see; And Venus frowns because they have her right. Yet both so like that both shall blameless be; With heaven's two twins for godhead these may strive, And rule a world with least part of a frown; Fairer than these two twins are not alive, Both conquering queens, and both deserve a crown. My thoughts presage, which time to come shall try, That thousands conquered for their love shall die. XLI If, aged Charon, when my life shall end, I pass thy ferry and my waftage pay, Thy oars shall fall, thy boat and mast shall rend, And through the deep shall be a dry foot-way. For why? My heart with sighs doth breathe such flame That air and water both incensed be, The boundless ocean from whose mouth they came, For from my heat not heaven itself is free. Then since to me thy loss can be no gain, Avoid thy harm and fly what I foretell. Make thou thy love with me for to be slain, That I with her and both with thee may dwell. Thy fact thus, Charon, both of us shall bless, Thou save thy boat and I my love possess. XLII For if alone thou think to waft my love, Her cold is such as can the sea command, And frozen ice shall let thy boat to move, Nor can thy forces row it from the land. But if thou friendly both at once shalt take, Thyself mayst rest. For why? My sighs will blow. Our cold and heat so sweet a thaw shall make, As that thy boat without thy help shall row. Then will I sit and glut me on those eyes Wherewith my life my eyes could never fill. Thus from my boat that comfort shall arise, The want whereof my life and hope did kill. Together placed so thou her scorn shalt cross, Where if we part thy boat must suffer loss. XLIII