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 | The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable |  |
xlviii
TO THE COUNTESSES OF CUMBERLAND AND WARWICK, SISTERS.
You sister Muses! doe not ye repine
That I two sisters doe with nyne compare;
For eyther of these sacred two more rare
In vertue is then all the heavenly nyne.
That I two sisters doe with nyne compare;
For eyther of these sacred two more rare
In vertue is then all the heavenly nyne.
But if ye aske which one is more devine,
I say: like to theyre owne twin-eyes they are.
Where eyther is as cleere as clearest starre,
Yet neyther doth more cleare then other shine.
I say: like to theyre owne twin-eyes they are.
Where eyther is as cleere as clearest starre,
Yet neyther doth more cleare then other shine.
Sisters of spotlesse fame! of whome alone
Malitiouse tongues take pleasure to speake well;
How should I yow commend, when eyther one
All things in heaven and earth so far excell?
The highest prayse that I can give is this:
That one of you like to the other is.
Malitiouse tongues take pleasure to speake well;
How should I yow commend, when eyther one
All things in heaven and earth so far excell?
The highest prayse that I can give is this:
That one of you like to the other is.
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