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Sonet. 7.

Pe tharco, I protest,
I will proclaime thy pride,
And what it is.
By that faire Phœnix nest,
Thy little hill doth hide,
In honor's blisse.
Enuie shall hate the place,
Where thou beholdest alone,
Loue's Paradice:
Vnworthy of the grace,
To see that worthy one,
Of Angelles eyes.
And I will raise againe,
The Poetes that are dead,
To raile on thee:
Because thou doste contriue,
The spirit that hath bred,
This death in me.
My best fancy, flye a franzye
Keepe desiring in admiring,
Beautie's nature in a creature:
Looue and honor looke vpon her,
Bid the graces, in their places,
To her beautie doe their duetie.
Thinke not vainely, but all plainely:
Say and sweare it, who shall heare it,
She is wholy, her selfe soly.
Nature's Iewell, reason's fuell,
Honor's treasure, Grace's pleasure,
Passions spelling, thoughts excelling.