Sonnet I: Unto The Boundless Ocean

Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty Runs this poor river, charg'd with streams of zeal: Returning thee the tribute of my duty, Which here my love, my youth, my plaints reveal. Here I unclasp the book of my charg'd soul, Where I have cast th'accounts of all my care: Here have I summ'd my sighs, here I enroll How they were spent for thee; look what they are. Look on the dear expences of my youth, And see how just I reckon with thine eyes: Examine well they beauty in my truth, And cross my cares ere greater sums arise. Read it, sweet maid, though it be done but slightly; Who can show all his love, doth love but lightly.