Classic Poem

Sonet 7.

Heralds at armes doe three perfections quote
To wit most fayre, most rich, most glittering:
Now when these three concurre within one thing,
Needs must that thing of honoure be of note.

Lately I did behold a rich fayre coate,
Which wished fortune to myne eyes did bring:
A Lordlye coate, but worthye of a king,
Wherein all these perfections one might note.

A field of lilies roses proper bare,
Two stars in chiefe, the crest was waues of gold:
How glittering was the coate the starrs declare
The lilies made it fayre for to behold.
And rich it was, as by the gold apeares,
So happie he which in his armes it beares.