Classic Poem

Sonnet. IIII.

Astronomers the heauens doe deuide,
into eight Houses, where the Gods remaines,
all which in thy perfections doe abide,
for in thy feete, the Queene of silence raignes,
About thy wast, Ioues messenger doth dwell,
inchaunting mee as I thereat admire:
and on thy duggs, the Queene of loue doth tell
her god-heads power, in scrowles of my desire.
Thy beautie, is the worlds eternall Sunne,
thy fauours force a cowards hart to darre,
and in thy hayres, Ioue and his riches wunne;
thy frownes hold Saturne , thine eyes the fixed stars.
Pardon mee then diuine to loue thee well,
Since thou art heauen, and I in heauen would dwell.