The glorious image of the makers beautie,
My soverayne saynt, the Idoll of my thought,
dare not henceforth above the bounds of dewtie
t'accuse of pride, or rashly blame for ought.
For being as she is divinely wrought,
and of the brood of Angels hevenly borne:
and with the crew of blessed Saynts upbrought,
each of which did her with theyr guifts adorne;
The bud of joy, the blossome of the morne,
the beame of light, whom mortal eyes admyre:
what reason is it then but she should scorne
base things that to her love too bold aspire?
Such heavenly formes ought rather worshipt be,
then dare be lov'd by men of meane degree.
My soverayne saynt, the Idoll of my thought,
dare not henceforth above the bounds of dewtie
t'accuse of pride, or rashly blame for ought.
For being as she is divinely wrought,
and of the brood of Angels hevenly borne:
and with the crew of blessed Saynts upbrought,
each of which did her with theyr guifts adorne;
The bud of joy, the blossome of the morne,
the beame of light, whom mortal eyes admyre:
what reason is it then but she should scorne
base things that to her love too bold aspire?
Such heavenly formes ought rather worshipt be,
then dare be lov'd by men of meane degree.
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