Best Poem of E C Esquire

Sonnet Xxxviii
My thoughts ascending the hie house of fame,
Found in records of vertuous monuments
A map of honours in a noble frame,
Shining in spight of deaths oft banishments:
A thousand colours Loue sate suted in,
Guarded with honour and immortall time,
Lust led with enuie, feare, and deadly sin,
Opposde against . . .
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Sonnet Xxxv
O Faith, thou sacred Phoenix of this age,
Into another world from hence exiled
Diuorc'd from honor by vnheedfull rage,
Pure vertues nest by hatefull vice defiled:
Thou faith that cal'st thy sirname Constancie,
Christned aboue the nine-fold glorious sphere,
And from the heauens deriues thy pedegree,
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