Classic Poem

Sonet 4.

That worthie Marquesse pride of Italie
Whoe for all worth and for her wit and phrase
Both best deseru'd, and best desert could prayse
Immortall Ladie is reviu'd in thee.

But thinke not strange that thy divinitie
I by some goddesse title doe not blaze:
But through a woemans name thy glorie rayse,
For things vnlike of vnlike prayses be.

When we prayse men we call them gods, but when
We speake of gods we liken them to men:
Not them to prayse, but only them to knowe.

Not able thee to prayse, my drift was this:
Some earthlye shadowe of thy worth to showe,
Whose heauenly selfe aboue worlds reason is.