Classic Poem

Sonnet

With his owne hande dyd love her feature frame
Whom I doo serve and honor mooste in mynde
And with such arte he dyd compose the same
As well is seene She is off heavenlye kinde
He chose the portracte off this Peece devyne
From out the skies and from none other place
Whereatt in scorne nature dyd then repyne
To see how much ytt did her worckes disgrace
Thus havinge choyselye donne his moost and beste
To garnyshe her with Bewties chyefe attyre
Lowe felte hym selfe at laste with love posseste
And dyd so much his workemanshipp admyre
As that he dyd Idolatrye commytt
And tooke my harte and sacryficede ytt.