Psalms, Songs, and Sonnets

Crownèd with flowers I saw fair Amaryllis
  By Thyrsis sit, hard by a fount of crystal,
And with her hand, more white than snow or lilies,
  On sand she wrote, "My faith shall be immortal":
But suddenly a storm of wind and weather
Blew all her faith and sand away together.

Wedded to will is witless,
  And seldom he is skilful
That bears the name of wise and yet is wilful.
To govern he is fitless
  That deals not by election,
  But by his fond affection.
O that it might be treason
For men to rule by will and not by reason.

In crystal towers and turrets richly set
  With glitt’ring gems that shine against the sun,
In regal rooms of jasper and of jet,
  Content of mind not always likes to won;
But oftentimes it pleaseth her to stay
In simple cotes enclosed with walls of clay.