William Percy, Sonnet II (1594)

SONNET II.

Oh happie houre, and yet vnhappie houre,

When first by chaunce I had my goddesse vievved,

Then first I tasted of the sweetest soure,

Wherevvith the cup of Cypria is embrevved.

For gazing firme without suspition,

Loue coopt behind the charet of her eye,

Iustly to schoole my bold presumption,

Against my hart did let an arrow flie:

Faire sir, quoth he, to practise haue you nought

But to be gazing on deuinitie?

Before you part, your leare you shall be tought:

With that at once he made his arrowes hie.

Imperious God, I did it not to loue her,

Ah, stay thy hand, I did it but to proue her.