Sonet 94

While as th'undanted squadrons of my mind, On mountaines of deserts reard high desires, And my proud heart that euermore aspires, To scale the heauen of beautie had design'd: The faire-fac'd goddesse of that stately frame, Look'd on my haughtie thoughts with scorne a space; Then thundred all that proud gigantike race, And from her lightning lights throw'd many a flame. Then quite for to confound my loftie cares, Euen at the first encounter as it chanc'd, Th'ouer-daring heart that to th'assault aduanc'd, Was cou'red with a weight of huge dispaires, Beneath the which the wretch doth still remaine, Casting forth flames of furie and disdaine.