Classic Poem

Sonet 6.

When beautie to the world vouchsafes this blisse
To shew the one whose other there is not
The whitest skinnes red blushing shame doth blot
And in the reddest cheekes pale envie is.

The fayre and fowle come thus alike by this
For when the sun hath oure Horizon gott
Venus her selfe doth shine no more god wot
Then the least starre that take[s] the light from his.

The poore in beautie thus content remayne
To see theyre iealouse cause reveng'd in thee
And theyre fayre foes afflicted with like payne
Loe the cleare proofe of thy devinitye
For vnto god is only dew this prayse
The highest to pluck downe the low to rayse.