Sonnet 19

Ah no; nor I my selfe : though my pure loue
(Sweete Ganymede) to thee hath still beene pure,
And euen till my last gaspe shall aie endure,
Could euer thy obdurate beuty moue:
Then cease oh Goddesse sonne (for sure thou ait,
A Goddesse sonne that canst resist desire)
Cease thy hard heart, and entertaine loues fire
Within thy sacred breast: by Natures art.
And as I loue thee more then any Creature
(Loue thee, because thy beautie is diuine;
Loue thee, because my selfe, my soule is thine:
Wholie denoted to thy louelie feature),
Even so of all the vowels, I and V
Are dearest vnto me, as doth ensue.