Sonnet 80

　　O，how I faint when I of you do write，

　　Knowing a better spirit doth use your name，

　　And in the praise thereof spends all his might，

　　To make me tongue-tied，speaking of your fame!

　　But since your worth，wide as the ocean is，

　　The humble as the proudest sail doth bear，

　　My saucy barque，inferior far to his，

　　On your broad main doth wilfully appear.

　　Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat

　　Whilst he upon your