Mary Wroth
The Crown Sonnets
Be given to him who triumphs in his right
Nor fading be, but like those blossoms fair
Which fall for good, and lose their colours bright
Yet die not, but with fruit their loss repair,
So may love make you pale with loving care
When sweet enjoying shall restore that light
More clear in beauty than we can compare,
If not to Venus in her chosen night.
And who so give themselves in this dear kind
These happinesses shall attend them still:
To be supplied with joys, enriched in mind
With treasures of contents, and pleasure's fill,
Thus Love to be divine doth here appear
Free from all fogs, but shining faire, and clear.