Classic Poem

Sonnet

In that yow sway the Scepter and the Crowne
And doo in Pompe lyke stately Juno Raigne
Onely your selfe enjoyes nott such renowne,
Prynces elswhere lyke Roialtye retayne
In that yow doo in shape and Bewtye bright
The fairest of those hevenly three surpasse
Who for theyr Judge dyd chuse the Troyan knight
Nature affirmes her guyfte and good ytt was
In that yow are Mynervas darlinge deare
Your spryte endued with wysedome and with skill
That in your browe such Glorye doth appeare
Nott from discent from heaven ytt did distill
But that in so hygh powre such temperance hath place
That is your proper praise and gyves your greatnes grace.