So oft as I her beauty doe behold,
and therewith doe her cruelty compare,
I marvaile of what substance was the mould
the which her made attonce so cruell-faire.
Not earth; for her high thoughts more heavenly are:
not water; for her love doth burne like fyre:
not ayre; for she is not so light or rare:
not fyre; for she doth friese with faint desire.
Then needs another Element inquire
whereof she mote be made; that is the skye:
for to the heaven her haughty lookers aspire,
and eke her mind is pure immortall bye.
Then sith to heaven ye lykened are the best,
be lyke in mercy as in all the rest.