Sonnet 9

QVeene Vertues Court, which some call Stellas face,
Prepar'd by Natures cheefest furniture:
Hath his front built of Alablaster pure,
Golde is the couering of that statelie place.
The doore, by which sometimes runnes forth her grace
Red Porphire is, which locke of Pearle makes sure:
Whose Porches rich, with name of chekes indure,
Marble mixt red and white, doe enterlace.
The Windowes now, through which this heauenly guest
Lookes on the world, and can finde nothing such,
Which dare claime from those sightes the name of best,
Of touch they are, that without touch doe touch,
Which Cupids selfe, from Beauties mine did drawe:
Of touch they are, and poore I am their strawe.