Thou, of heaven’s wings doth the beautiful ones envy,
Beheld in mine eyes with too true of wonder,
One with unusual height and intensed, too pretty from beyond yonder,
even from where it’s impossible for me to see, thou now beheld as belov’d by me.
Yet friendship possess’d borne first than my admiration, lo and behold,
tis friend willing be in thy hell,
be burnt with thee as demons flee from thy strength, and, I’ll say, from thy heavenly beaut.
Ne’er shall thou...