A Sonnet made vpon the two Twinnes, daughters of the Ladie Mollineux

Poets did faine, that heavens a Venus had:
Matchlesse her selfe, and Cupid was her sonne,
Men sew'd to these, and of their smiles were glad,
By whome so manie famous were undone.
Now Cupid mournes, that he hath lost his might:
And that these two, so comelie are to see:
And Venus frowns, because they have her right.
Yet both so like, that both shall blamelesse be.
With heavens two twinnes, for godhead these may strive
And rule a world, with least part of a frowne:
Fairer then these, two twinnes are not alive:
Both conquering Queenes, & both deserve a crowne.
My thoughts presage, which tyme to come shall trie:
That thousands conquerd, for their love shall die.