SONNET. VII.

Sweet Thames I honour thee, not for thou art
     The chiefest Riuer of the fairest Ile,
     Nor for thou dost admirers eies beguile,
But for thou hold'st the keeper of my heart,
For on thy waues, (thy Christal�billow'd waues,)
     My fairest faire, my siluer Swan is swimming:
     Against the sunne his pruned feathers trimming�
VVhilst Neptune his faire feete with water laues,
Neptune, I feare not thee, not yet thine eie,
     And yet (alas) Apollo lou'd a boy,
     And Cyparissus was Siluanus ioy.
No, no, I feare none but faire Thetis, I,
     For if she spie my Loue, (alas) aie me,
     My mirth is turn'd to extreame miserie.