Sonnet LI: When first the Sunne, whome all my

When first the Sunne, whome all my senses serve,
Began to shine upon this earthly round,
The heav'ns for her, all graces did reserve,
That Pandor-like, with all she might abound.
Apollo plac'd his brightnesse in her eyes,
His skill presaging, and his musicke sweete.
Mars gave his force, all force she now defyes.
Venus her smyles, where with she Mars did meete.
Python a voyce, Dyana made her chaste,
Ceres gave plentie: Cupid lent his bowe:
Thetis his feete: there Pallas wisdome plac't.
With these she Queene-like kept a world in awe.
Yet all these honours deemed are but pelfe.
For she is much more worthie of her selfe.