The Lover describeth his being stricken with sight of his Love

THE LIVELY sparks that issue from those eyes,

Against the which there vaileth no defence,

Have pierc’d my heart, and done it none offence,

With quaking pleasure more than once or twice.

Was never man could any thing devise,

Sunbeams to turn with so great vehemence

To daze man’s sight, as by their bright presence

Dazed am I; much like unto the guise

Of one stricken with dint of lightning,

Blind with the stroke, and crying here and there;

So call I for help, I not when nor where,

The pain of my fall patiently bearing:

For straight after the blaze, as is no wonder,

Of deadly noise hear I the fearful thunder.