Sonnet Vi Poem by E C Esquire

Within her haire
Venus
and
Cupid
sport them:
Sometime they twist it Amberlike in gold,
To which the whistling windes doe oft resort them,
As if they stroue to haue the knots vnrold:
Sometime they let their golden tresses dangle,
And therewith nets and amorous gins they make,
Wherewith the hearts of louers to intangle:
Which once inthral'd, no ransome they will take.
But as to tyrants sitting in their thrones,
Looke on their slaues with tyrannizing eyes:
So they no whit regarding louers mones,
Doome worlds of hearts to endles slaueries,
Vnlesse they subiect-like sweare to adore,
And serue
Emaricdulf
for euermore.