Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||
SONNET LXXVIII.
[The proudest Planet in his highest Spheare]
The proudest Planet in his highest Spheare,Saturne inthronist in thy frowning browes:
Next aufull Ioue thy maiestie doth beare:
And vnto dreadfull Mars, thy courage bowes,
Drawne from thy noble grandfathers of might:
Among'st the laurell crowned Poetes sweete,
And sweet Musitions take the place by right:
For Phoebus with thy graces thought it meete:
Venus doth sit vpon thy lippes, and chinne:
And Hermes hath inrich't thy wittes deuine:
Phoebe with chast desiers thine hart did winne:
The Planettes thus to thee their powers resigne.
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My muse then can not honour her too much.
Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||