Sonnet 26. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit

To thee I send this written embassage

To witness duty, not to show my wit:

Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine

May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it

But that I hope some good conceit of thine

In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it;