Sonnet 13

PHoebus was Iudge, twixt Ioue and Mars in loue,
Of those three Gods whose armes the fairest weare:
Ioues golden shielde, did Eagle Sables beare.
Whose talents holde young Ganimede aboue.
But in verde fieldes, Mars beares a golden Speare,
Which through a bleeding heart, his point did shoue:
Each had his Crest, Mars carried Venus gloue.
Ioue on his Helme the Thunder bolte did reare.
Cupid then smiles, for on his crest there lyes
Stellas fayre haire, her face he makes his shielde:
Where Roses gules, are borne in siluer fielde.
Phoebus drewe wide the Curtaine of the skyes
To blase the last, and swore deuoutly then:
The first thus macht, were scarcely Gentlemen.