Sonnet L. Hand, hart and eie, tucht thought and did behold

Thomas Watson (1555–1592)

HAND, hart and eie, tucht thought and did behold,

The onelie glorie that on earth doth grow:

Hand quakt, hart sighd, but eie was foolish bold,

To gaze til gazing wrought harts grounded woe

The obiect of these senses heauenlie saint,

With such a maiestie did me appall:

As hand to write her praise did feare and faint,

And heart did bleede to thinke me Beauties thrall.

But eie more hardie than the hand or hart,

Did glorie in her eies reflecting light:

And yet that light did breede my endles smart.

And yet mine eies nill leaue there former sight.

But gazing pine, which eie, hand, hart doth trie,

And what I loue, is but hand, hart, and eie.