Classic Poem

Sonet 6.

O that my songe like to a ship might be,
To beare aboute the world my Ladies fame!
That charged with the riches of her name,
The Indians might oure countryes treasure see.

No treasure they would say is rich but she,
Of all theyre golden parts they would haue shame,
And hap'lye that they might but see the same,
To giue theyre gold for nought they would agree.

This wished voyage though it I begin,
Withoute youre beauties helpe cannot prevayle,
For as a ship doth beare the men therein
And yet the men doe make the ship to sayle,
Youre beauties so, which in my verse apeare,
Doe move my verse, and it youre beauties beare.