Sonnet 13: Phoebus Was Judge
Phoebus
was
judge
between
Jove,
Mars,
and
Love,
Of
those
three
gods,
whose
arms
the
fairest
were:
Jove's
golden
shield
did
eagle
sables
bear,
Whose
talons
held
young
Ganymede
above:
But
in
vert
field
Mars
bare
a
golden
spear,
Which
through
a
bleeding
heart
his
point
did
shove:
Each
had
his
crest;
Mars
carried
Venus'
glove,
Jove
in
his
helm
the
thunderbolt
did
rear.
Cupid
them
smiles,
for
on
his
crest
there
lies
Stella's
fair
hair,
her
face
he
makes
his
shield,
Where
roses
gules
are
borne
in
silver
field.
Phoebus
drew
wide
the
curtains
of
the
skies
To
blaze
these
last,
and
sware
devoutly
then,
The
first,
thus
match'd,
were
scantly
gentlemen.