[Lyric] Amoretti: Sonnet 55 (Edmund Spenser)

So oft as I her beauty doe behold,
    And therewith doe her cruelty compare:
    I marvaile of what substance was the mould
    the which her made attonce so cruell faire.
Not earth: for her high thoghts more heavenly are;
    not water: for her love doth burne like fyre;
    not ayre: for she is not so light or rare;
    not fyre: for she doth friese with faint desire.
Then needs another Element inquire
    whereof she mote be made; that is the skye.
    for to the heaven her haughty lookes aspire:
    and eke her mind is pure immortall hye.
Then sith to heaven ye lykened are the best,
    be lyke in mercy as in all the rest.