Classic Poem

Sonet 3.

Yow sister Muses doe not ye repine,
That I two sisters doe with nyne compare
For eyther of these sacred two more rare
In vertue is, then all the heauenly nyne.

But if ye aske which one is more devine?
I say like to theyre owne twin eyes they are
Where eyther is as cleare as clearest star,
Yet neyther doth more cleare then other shine.

Sisters of spotlesse fame, of whome alone
Malitiouse tongues take pleasure to speake well:
How should I yow commend when eyther one
All things in heauen and earth so far excell.
The highest prayse that I can giue is this,
That one of yow like to the other is.