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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet III. The heavens beheld the beauty of my Queen
Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)
THE HEAVENS beheld the beauty of my Queen;
And all amazed, to wonder thus began:
“Why dotes not JOVE, as erst we all have seen,
And shapes himself like to a seemly man?
  Mean are the matches which he sought before;        5
Like bloomless buds, too base to make compare:
And she alone hath treasured Beauty’s store;
In whom all gifts and princely graces are.”
  CUPID replied, “I posted with the sun
To view the Maids that lived in all those days:        10
And none there was that might not well be won,
But She; most hard, most cold, made of delays.”
  Heavens were deceived, and wrong they do esteem;
  She hath no heat, although She living seem.

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