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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
 
Diana
The Sixth Decade
Sonnet X. My God, my God, how much I love my goddess!
Henry Constable (1562–1613)
 
MY God, my God, how much I love my goddess!
  Whose virtues rare, unto the heavens arise.
  My God, my God, how much I love her eyes!
  One shining bright, the other full of hardness.
My God, my God, how much I love her wisdom!        5
  Whose works may ravish heaven’s richest “maker.”
  Of whose eyes’ joys, if I might be partaker;
  Then to my soul, a holy rest would come.
My God, how much I love to hear her speak!
  Whose hands I kiss, and ravished oft rekisseth;        10
  When she stands wotless, whom so much she blesseth.
  Say then, What mind this honest love would break;
Since her perfections pure, withouten blot.
Makes her beloved of them, she knoweth not?
 
 
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