Licia, or Poemes of Loue In Honour of the admirable and singular vertues of his Lady, to the imitation of the best Latin Poets, and others. Whereunto is added the Rising to the Crowne of Richard the third [by Giles Fletcher] |
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Sonnet. III.
[The heavens beheld the beautie of my Queene]
The heavens beheld the beautie of my Queene,And all amaz'd, to wonder thus began:
Why dotes not Iove, as erst we all have seene,
And shapes him selfe like to a seemely man?
Meane are the matches, which he sought before,
Like bloomelesse buddes, too base to make compare,
And she alone hath treasur'd beauties store:
In whome all giftes and princely graces are.
Cupid reyly'd: I posted with the Sunne,
To viewe the maydes that lived in those dayes,
And none there was, that might not well be wonne:
But she, most hard, most cold, made of delayes.
Heavens were deceiv'd, and wrong they doe esteeme,
She hath no heat, although she living seeme.
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