A strategically flattering tribute to a pioneering female writer is lifted by authentic warmth and admirationA Sonnet to the Noble Lady, the Lady Mary WrothI that have been a lover, and could show it, Though not in these, in rithmes not wholly dumb, Since I exscribe your sonnets, am become A better lover, and much better poet. Nor is my Muse or I ashamed to owe it To those true numerous graces, whereof some But charm the senses, others overcome Both brains and hearts; and mine now best do know it: For in your verse all Cupid’s armoury, His flames, his shafts, his quiver and his bow, His very eyes are yours to overthrow. But then his mother’s sweets you so apply, Her joys, her smiles, as readers take For Venus’ ceston every line you make. Continue reading...