The sunne in Pisces, Venus did intende
To see sicke Flora, whose soyle (since by kinde
Tytan to th'Antipod's his beames resign'de)
No pleasant flowers to welcome her did sende,
To whom for neede, Parthenophe did lende
(At natures suite) rich Heliochrise, which shyn'de
In her fayre heare, white lillyes which combyn'de
With her high-smoothed browes, which bent, loue bende:
Violettes from eyes, sweet blushing eglantine
From her cleare cheekes, and from her lippes sweet roases:
Thus Venus paradice, was made deuine
With such as nature in my Ladye cloases.
Then since with her loues Queene was glorified,
Why was not my sweet Lady diefied?