Sonnet V Poem by E C Esquire

Nature (
Emaricdulf
) did greatly fauour,
When first her pourtrait she began to pencill,
And rob'd the heauens of her chiefest honour:
There sacred beautie all her parts doth tincill.
Heauens Hyrarkie is in her bright eyes spheered:
The Graces sport in her cheekes dimpled pits:
Trophies of maiestie in her face be reared,
And in her lookes stately Saturnia sits.
Modest Diana in her thoughts doth glorie,
Loue-lacking Vesta in her heart inthroned:
The quired Muses on her lips doe storie
Their heauen sweet notes, as if that place they owned.
But aye is me,
Cupid
and
Venus
faire
Haue no degree, saue in her golden haire.