Sonet 10

I sweare, Aurora, by thy starrie eyes, And by those golden lockes whose locke none slips, And by the Corall of thy rosie lippes, And by the naked snowes which beautie dies, I sweare by all the iewels of thy mind, Whose like yet neuer worldly treasure bought, Thy solide iudgement and thy generous thought, Which in this darkened age haue clearely shin'd: I sweare by those, and by my spotlesse loue, And by my secret, yet most feruent fires, That I haue neuer nurc'd but chast desires, And such as modestie might well approue. Then since I loue those vertuous parts in thee, Shouldst thou not loue this vertuous mind in me?