Sonet 2.
Most sacred prince why should I thee thus prayse
Which both of sin and sorrow cause hast beene
Proude hast thow made thy land of such a Queene
Thy neighboures enviouse of thy happie dayes.
Whoe neuer saw the sunshine of thy rayes
An everlasting night his life doth ween
And he whose eyes thy eyes but once haue seene
A thowsand signes of burning thoughts bewrayes
Thus sin thow causd envye I meane and pride
Thus fire and darknesse doe proceed from thee
The very paynes which men in hell abide
Oh no not hell but purgatorie this
Whose sowles some say by Angells punish'd be
For thow art shee from whome this torment is.
Most sacred prince why should I thee thus prayse
Which both of sin and sorrow cause hast beene
Proude hast thow made thy land of such a Queene
Thy neighboures enviouse of thy happie dayes.
Whoe neuer saw the sunshine of thy rayes
An everlasting night his life doth ween
And he whose eyes thy eyes but once haue seene
A thowsand signes of burning thoughts bewrayes
Thus sin thow causd envye I meane and pride
Thus fire and darknesse doe proceed from thee
The very paynes which men in hell abide
Oh no not hell but purgatorie this
Whose sowles some say by Angells punish'd be
For thow art shee from whome this torment is.