Mary Wroth
The Crown Sonnets
Free from all fogs but shining fair, and clear
Wise in all good, and innocent in ill
Where holy friendship is esteemed dear
With truth in love, and justice in our will,
In love these titles only have their fill
Of happy life maintainer, and the mere
Defence of right, the punisher of skill,
And fraud; from whence directness doth appear.
To thee then, Lord commander of all hearts,
Ruler of our affections, kind and just,
Great king of Love, my soul from feigned smarts
Or thought of change, I offer to your trust
This crown, my self, and all that I have more,
Except my heart which you bestowed before.