Sonette IV
Poem (Canso): 
In sea of light drift I, bereft of grace,
	Hoping to set off that heavenly fire
	Which I could not endure of my desire,
	Burnèd to naught, such sins the heat erase.
	So close to death, so far from God apace
	That realize not when I on land retire,
	On crimson shores, the like all would admire,
	Whilst they adorn that flawless, perfect face.
	Abandoned, I? So thought, and so forsake,
	As twixt those lips comes musick divinely
	That saves me from the lonely fire-lake
	And with embrace of tongue would canon me.
	Yet as I grace myself, from breast to brow,
	Note I temptations that upon her grow.