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.
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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