XII + 

Indeed this very love which is my boast, + 

And which, when rising up from breast to brow + 

Doth crown me with a ruby large enow + 

To draw men’s eyes and prove the inner cost⁠— + 

This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost, + 

I should not love withal, unless that thou + 

Hadst set me an example, shown me how, + 

When first thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed, + 

And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak + 

Of love even, as a good thing of my own. + 

Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak, + 

And placed it by thee on a golden throne⁠— + 

And that I love, (O soul, we must be meek!) + 

Is by thee only, whom I love alone. + 