Classic Poem

Sonet 2.

Ladye in beautye and in favoure rare
Of favoure not of due I favoure craue
Nature to thee beautye and favoure gaue
Fayre then thow arte and favoure thow mayst spare.

And when on me bestowed youre favoures are
Lesse favoure in youre face yow shall not haue
If favoure then a wounded soule may saue
Of murders guilte deare Ladie then beware.

My losse of life a million folde were lesse
Then the least losse should vnto yow befall
Yet grant this guift which guift when I possesse
Both I haue life and yow no losse at all
For by youre favoure only I may liue
And favoure yow may well both keepe and giue.