| 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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