The poem
SO oft as I her beauty doe behold, And therewith doe her cruelty compare: I maruaile of what substance was the mould the which her made attonce so cruell faire. Not earth; for her high thoghts more heauenly are, not water; for her loue 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 heauen her haughty lookes aspire: and eke her mind is pure immortall hye. Then sith to heauen ye lykened are the best, be lyke in mercy as in all the rest: