Sonnet Xxvi Poem by E C Esquire

Emaricdulf
reade here, but reading marke
As in a mirror my true constancie:
The golden Sunne shall first be turn'd to darke,
And darknes claime the Sunnes bright dignitie:
The starres that spangle heauen with glistring light,
In number more then ten times numberlesse,
Shall sooner leaue to beautifie the night,
And thereby make the world seeme comfortlesse:
First shall the Sea become the continent,
And red-gild Dolphins dance vpon the shore:
First wearie
Atlas
from his paine exempt,
Shall leaue the heauens to tremble euermore,
Before I change my thoughts and leaue to loue thee,
And plead with words and direful sighs to moue thee.