To the Countesse of Shrewsburye Upon Occasion of His Deare Mistrisse Whoe Liv'd Under Her Goverment. Sonet 2 -
Sonet 2.
True worthie dame if I thee chieftayne call
Of Venus host, let others think no ill
I graunt that they be fayre, but what prince will
Chuse onlie by the force a generall?
Beauties be but the forces, wherewithall
Ladies the hearts of priuate persons kill:
But these fayre forces to conduct with skill,
Venus chose yow the chiefest of them all.
To yow then yow the fayrest of the wise,
And wisest of the fayre, I doe appeale.
A warrioure of youre campe by force of eyes
Mee pris'ner tooke, and will with rigor deale.
Except yow pity in youre heart will place,
At whose white hands I only seeke for grace.
True worthie dame if I thee chieftayne call
Of Venus host, let others think no ill
I graunt that they be fayre, but what prince will
Chuse onlie by the force a generall?
Beauties be but the forces, wherewithall
Ladies the hearts of priuate persons kill:
But these fayre forces to conduct with skill,
Venus chose yow the chiefest of them all.
To yow then yow the fayrest of the wise,
And wisest of the fayre, I doe appeale.
A warrioure of youre campe by force of eyes
Mee pris'ner tooke, and will with rigor deale.
Except yow pity in youre heart will place,
At whose white hands I only seeke for grace.
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