Best Poem of E C Esquire

Sonnet Xxxiii
my Orphan muses mother,
Pure map of vertue, Honors onely daughter:
Bright gemme of bewtie, fayre aboue all other,
True badge of faith, foule ignominies slaughter,
Ensigne of loue, soure enemie to lust,
The graces grace, faire Eretines disgrace:
Wrongs cheefe reprouer, cause of what is iust,
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Sonnet Vi
Within her haire
sport them:
Sometime they twist it Amberlike in gold,
To which the whistling windes doe oft resort them,
As if they stroue to haue the knots vnrold:
Sometime they let their golden tresses dangle,
And therewith nets and amorous gins they make,
Wherewith the . . .
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