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,
And men a woman half so fair —