Sonnet 74

OF all the Kings that euer heere did raigne,
Edward namde fourth, as first in praise I name:
Not for his faire outside, nor well linde braine,
Although lesse guift, are fethers of high fame.
Nor that he could young wise, wise valliant frame
His Syres reuenge, ioynde with a kingdomes gaine:
And gaind by Mars, could yet make Mars so tame,
That ballance waide what sword did late obtaine.
Nor that he made the Flower deluce so fraide,
Though strongly hedgd of bloody Lyons pawes:
That wittie Lewes to him a tribuite paide;
Nor this nor that, nor any such small cause,
But onely, for this worthy King durst proue,
To loose his Crowne, rather then loose his Loue.