Sonnet LXXIIII
MOst happy letters fram’d by skilfull trade,
With which that happy name was first defynd:
The which three times thrise happy hath me made,
With guifts of body, fortune and of mind.
The first my being to me gaue by kind,
From mothers womb deriu’d by dew descent,
The second is my souereigne Queene most kind,
That honour and large richesse to me lent.
The third my loue, my liues last ornament,
By whom my spirit out of dust was raysed:
To speake her prayse and glory excellent,
Of all aliue most worthy to be praysed.
Ye three Elizabeths for euer liue,
That three such graces did vnto me giue.





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