When first the sun whom all my senses serve, <br />Began to shine upon this earthly round, <br />The heavens for her all graces did reserve, <br />That Pandor-like with all she might abound. <br />Apollo placed his brightness in her eyes, <br />His skill presaging and his music sweet. <br />Mars gave his force; all force she now defies; <br />Venus her smiles wherewith she Mars did meet; <br />Python a voice, Diana made her chaste, <br />Ceres gave plenty, Cupid lent his bow, <br />Thetis his feet, there Pallas wisdom placed. <br />With these she queen-like kept a world in awe. <br />Yet all these honors deeméd are but pelf, <br />For she is much more worthy of herself.<br /><br />Giles Fletcher The Elder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licia-sonnets-51/
