Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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Sonnet XX.
Some praise the lookes, and others praise the lockes,Of their faire Queenes, in loue with curious wordes:
Some laud the breast where loue his treasure locks,
All like the eie that life and loue affordes.
But none of these fraile beauties and vnstable
Shall make my pen ryot in pompous stile:
More greater giftes shall my graue muse enable,
Whereat seuerer browes shall neuer smile.
I praise hir honny-sweeter eloquence,
Which from the fountaine of true wisdome floweth:
Hir modest meane that matcheth exelence,
Hir matchlesse faith which from hir vertue groweth:
And could my stile hir happie vertues equale,
Time had no power hir glories to enthrale.
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