SONNET. XVI.

Long haue I long'd to see my Loue againe,
     Still haue I wisht, but neuer could obtaine it;
     Rather than all the world (if I might gaine it)
Would I desire my loues sweet precious gaine.
Yet in my soule I see him euerie day,
     See him, and see his still sterne countenaunce�
     But (ah) what is of long continuance,
Where Maiestie and Beautie beares the sway?
Sometimes, when I imagine that I see him,
     (As loue is full of foolish fantasies)
     VVeening to kisse his lips, as my loues fee�s�
I feele but Aire: nothing but Aire to bee him.
     Thus with Ixion, kisse I cloudes in vaine:
     Thus with Ixion, feele I endles paine.