Sonette XIX
Poem (Canso): 
As Love doth e’er reign in my will and heart,
	So make I ready the lord to entreat,
	Who even now keeps ransomed by his seat
	My lady love, with whom I dare depart.
	I arm myself in steel of Cupid-dart
	Linèd well with tresses of my love sweet;
	In piety I dress from head to feet,
	For her love is God’s love in every part.
	Gleam I without as gleam my self within,
	Upon my shield a book to keep me strong.
	Now I approach the doors where ruleth Sin:
	Adornèd thus, I sure to do no wrong.
	I keep thee ever close, o Love, o Lord,
	Pray, make my faith stronger than Hades’ sword.
