Sonnet 12

Some talke of Ganymede th' Idalian Boy
And some of faire Adonis make their boast,
Some talke of him whom lovely Laeda lost,
And some of Ecchoes loue that was so coy.
They spoke by heere-say, I of perfect truth,
They partially commend the persons named,
And for them, sweet Encomions haue framed:
I onely t'him haue sacrifiz'd my youth.
As for those wonders of antiquitie,
And those whom later ages haue inioy'd
(But ah what hath not cruell death destroide?
Death, that enuies this worlds felicitie),
They were (perhaps) lesse faire then Poets write,
But he is fairer then I can endite.