Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 55 lyrics

So oft as I her beauty doe behold, And therewith doe her cruelty compare: I marvaile of what substance was the mould the which her made attonce so cruell faire. Not earth: for her high thoghts more heavenly are; not water: for her love doth burne like fyre; not ayre: for she is not so light or rare; not fyre: for she doth friese with faint desire. Then needs another Element inquire whereof she mote be made; that is the skye. for to the heaven her haughty lookes aspire: and eke her mind is pure immortall hye. Then sith to heaven ye lykened are the best, be lyke in mercy as in all the rest.