Methought his royal person did foretell <br />A kingly stateliness, from all pride clear; <br />His look majestic seemèd to compel <br />All men to love him, rather than to fear. <br />And yet though he were every good man's joy, <br />And the alonely comfort of his own, <br />His very name with terror did annoy <br />His foreign foes so far as he was known. <br />Hell drooped for fear; the Turkey moon looked pale; <br />Spain trembled; and the most tempestuous sea, <br />(Where Behemoth, the Babylonish whale, <br />Keeps all his bloody and imperious plea) <br />Was swoln with rage, for fear he'd stop the tide <br />Of her o'er-daring and insulting pride.<br /><br />George Wither<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-on-the-death-of-prince-henry/
