So oft as I her beauty doe behold,
And therewith doe her cruelty compare:
I marvaile of what substance was the mould
the which her made attonce so cruell faire.
Not earth: for her high thoghts more heavenly are;
not water: for her love doth burne like fyre;
not ayre: for she is not so light or rare;
not fyre: for she doth friese with faint desire.
Then needs another Element inquire
whereof she mote be made; that is the skye.
for to the heaven her haughty lookes aspire:
and eke her mind is pure immortall hye.
Then sith to heaven ye lykened are the best,
be lyke in mercy as in all the rest.
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