Sonnet XII: My Spotless Love

By Samuel Daniel

My spotless love hovers with white wings

About the temple of the proudest frame,

Where blaze those lights fairest of earthly things

Which clear our clouded world with brightest flame.

M'ambitious thoughts confined in her face

Affect no honor, but what she can give me;

My hopes do rest in limits of her grace;

I weigh no comfort unless she relieve me.

For she that can my heart imparadize

Holds in her fairest hand what dearest is:

My Fortune's wheel, the circle of her eyes,

Whose rolling grace deign once a turn of bliss.

All my life's sweet consists in her alone,

So much I love the most unloving one.