Sonette VII
Poem (Canso): 
Denying love, to forsake all the heart,
	Is greatest sin that man may ever know.
	Yet how may I pay rightly for my blow?
	One word to her beates thousand Aves’ part.
	If thou alone will ease this deadly dart
	And heal it, then can I this ill forego,
	And tarry ne’er, no more such love to show.
	But, until then, the greater it shall smart.
	I wait on reply, but discern no nod:
	She blinks, she looks, her eyes upon me sheen,
	And piercèd full through am I by that sword
	Of her physick, and care, and smile most keen.
	Return’d to health by her sweetest mercy,
	I worship now of God’s grace-made beauty.