Michael Drayton (1563–1631)

When like an Eaglet I first found my Loue,

For that the vertue I thereof would know,

Vpon the Nest I set it forth, to proue

If it were of that Kingly kind, or no:

But it no sooner saw my Sunne appeare,

But on her Rayes with open Eyes it stood,

To shew, that I had hatch’d it for the Ayre,

And rightly came from that braue mounting Brood;

And when the Plumes were summ’d with sweet desire,

To proue the Pynions, it ascends the Skyes;

Doe what I could, it needsly would aspire

To my Soules Sunne, those two Celestiall Eyes:

        Thus from my Brest, where it was bred alone,

        It after thee, is like an Eaglet flowne.