Sonnet 80. O how I faint when I of you do write

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 bark (inferior far to his)

On your broad main doth wilfully appear.