I that have been a lover, and could show it, <br /> Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb, <br /> Since I exscribe your sonnets, am become <br />A better lover, and much better poet. <br />Nor is my Muse, or I ashamed to owe it <br /> To those true numerous graces; whereof some <br /> But charm the senses, others overcome <br />Both brains and hearts; and mine now best do know it: <br />For in your verse all Cupid's armory, <br /> His flames, his shafts, his quiver, and his bow, <br /> His very eyes are yours to overthrow. <br />But then his mother's sweets you so apply, <br /> Her joys, her smiles, her loves, as readers take <br /> For Venus' ceston, every line you make.<br /><br />Ben Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sonnet-to-the-noble-lady-the-lady-mary-wroth/
