Of the Excellencye of His Ladies Voyce. Sonet 3 -

Sonet 3.

Ladie of Ladies the delight alone
For which to heauen earth doth no envie beare
Seeing and hearing thee we see and heare
Such voice such light as never sunge nor shone.

The want of heauen I grant yet we may moane
Not for the pleasure of the Angells there
As though in face or voyce they like thee were
But that they many bee and thow but one
The basest notes which from thy voyce proceed
The treble of the Angells doe exceed.

So that I feare theyre quire to beautefie
Least thow to soone in heauen shall singe and shine
Loe (when I heare thee singe) the reason why
Sighes of my breast keepe tyme with notes of thine.
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