Second 7, The. To Particular Ladies Whome He Most Honoured. To the Princes of Orange. Sonet 1 -

Sonet 1.

If nature for her workes proud euer were
It was for this that she created yow.
Youre sacred head which wisdome doth indue,
Is only fitte a diademe to weare.

Youre lilie hand which fayrer doth appeare
Then euer eye beheld in shape and hue
Vnto no other vse by right is due,
Except it be a scepter for to beare.

Youre cherrie lips by nature framed be
Hearts to commaund: youre eye is only fitte
With his wise lookes kingdomes to oversee.

O happie land whose soveraigne thow hadst beene:
But God on earth full blisse will not permitte,
And this is only cause yow are no Queene.
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