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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Sonia; Young, Jennifer Massai
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Edward III (Quarto 1, 1596)

The Raigne of King
But rather vertue sin, synne vertue deemd,
Her hair far softor then the silke wormes twist,
Like to a flattering glas doth make more faire,
The yelow Amber like a flattering glas,
470Comes in to soone: for writing of her eies,
Ile say that like a glas they catch the sunne,
And thence the hot reflection doth rebounde,
Against my brest and burnes my hart within,
Ah what a world of descant makes my soule,
475Vpon this voluntarie ground of loue,
Come Lodwick hast thou turnd thy inke to golde,
If not, write but in letters Capitall my mistres name,
And it wil guild thy paper, read Lorde, reade,
Fill thou the emptie hollowes of mine eares,
480With the sweete hearing of thy poetrie.
Lo: I haue not to a period brought her praise.
King: Her praise is as my loue, both infinit,
Which apprehend such violent extremes,
That they disdaine an ending period.
485Her bewtie hath no match but my affection,
Hers more then most, myne most, and more then more,
Hers more to praise then tell the sea by drops,
Nay more then drop the massie earth by sands,
And said, by said, print them in memorie,
490Then wherefore talkest thou of a period,
To that which craues vnended admiration.
Read let vs heare,
Lo: More faire and chast then is the queen of shades:
King: That loue hath two falts grosse and palpable,
495Comparest thou her to the pale queene of night,
Who being set in darke seemes therefore light,
What is she, when the sunne lifts vp his head,
But like a fading taper dym and dead.
My loue shall braue the ey of heauen at noon,
500And being vnmaskt outshine the golden sun,
Lo: What is the other faulte, my soueraigne Lord,