The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable | ||
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TO THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKE.
Ladie! whome by reportes I only knowe,
Yet know so well, as I must thee adore;
To honoure thee what neede I seeke for more?
Thou art his Sister whom I honour'd so.
Yet know so well, as I must thee adore;
To honoure thee what neede I seeke for more?
Thou art his Sister whom I honour'd so.
Yet million tongues' reporte doth further showe
Of thy perfections, both such worth and store,
As wante of seeing thee paynes me sore,
As sight of others hath procur'd my woe.
Of thy perfections, both such worth and store,
As wante of seeing thee paynes me sore,
As sight of others hath procur'd my woe.
All parts of beautie, meeting in one place,
Doe dazle eye, feed love, and ravish witte;
Thy perfect shape envies thy princely grace,
Thy minde all say like to thy Brother is.
What neede I then say more to honoure it?
For I have praysed thyne by praysing his.
Doe dazle eye, feed love, and ravish witte;
Thy perfect shape envies thy princely grace,
Thy minde all say like to thy Brother is.
What neede I then say more to honoure it?
For I have praysed thyne by praysing his.
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