Lord Of My Love, To Whom In Vassalage Thy Merit Hath My Duty Strongly Knit, To Thee I Send This Written Embassage, To Witness Duty, Not To Show My Wit: Duty So Great, Which Wit So Poor As Mine May Make Seem Bare, In Wanting Words To Show It, But That I Hope Some Good Conceit Of Thine In Thy Soul'S Thought, All Naked, Will Bestow It: Till Whatsoever Star That Guides My Moving, Points On Me Graciously With Fair Aspect, And Puts Apparel On My Tatter'D Loving, To Show Me Worthy Of Thy Sweet Respect: Then May I Dare To Boast How I Do Love Thee; Till Then, Not Show My Head Where Thou Mayst Prove Me.