SONNET 37

What guyle is this, that those her golden tresses
She doth attyre under a net of gold:
and with sly skill so cunningly them dresses
that which is gold or heare may scarse be told?

Is it that mens frayle eyes, which gaze too bold,
she may entangle in that golden snare:
and being caught may craftily enfold
theyr weaker harts, which are not wel aware?

Take heed therefore, myne eyes, how ye doe stare
henceforth too rashly on that guilefull net,
in which if ever ye entrapped are,
out of her bands ye by no meanes shall get.

Fondness it were for any being free,
to covet fetters, though they golden bee.
 

SONNET 74

Most happy letters fram'd by skilfull trade,
with which that happy name was first desynd:
the which three times thrise happy hath me made
with guifts of body, fortune and of mind.

the first my being to me gave by kind,
from mothers womb deriv'd by dew descent,
the second is my sovereigne Queene most kind,
that honour and large richesse to me lent.

the third my love, my lives last ornament,
by whom my spirit out of dust was raysed:
to speake her prayse and glory excellent,
of all alive most worthy to be praysed.

Ye three Elizabeths for ever live,
that three such graces did unto me give.