Robert Devereux , earl of Essex

From my lady   Elisabeth, viscountess Purbec, repeated by her : —

there is none, on none but you

who from me strange your sight,

whom mine eyes affect to view

and chained ears hear with delight.

Others' beauties other move,

In you I all graces find :

Such are the effects of love

To make them happy that are kind.

Women in fraile beauty trust,

Only seem you kind to me,

Still be truly kind and just

For that can't dissembled bee.

Dear, afford me then your sight,

That surveighing all your looks

Endless volumnes I may write

And fill the world with envied books.

Which when after ages view

All shall wonder and despair,

Women to find a man so true,

And men a woman half so fair —