Sonnet 5 by Edmund Spenser
Rudely thou wrongest my dear Heart’s Desire,
In finding fault with her too portly Pride:
The thing which I do most in her admire,
Is of the World unworthy most envide.
For in those lofty Looks is close implide
Scorn of base things, and ‘Sdeign of foul Dishonour;
Threatning rash Eyes which gaze on her so wide,
That loosely they ne dare to look upon her.
Such Pride is Praise, such Portliness is Honour,
That Boldness Innocence bears in her Eyes:
And her fair Countenance like a goodly Banner,
Spreads in defiance of all Enemies.
Was never in this World ought worthy tride,
Without some Spark of such self-pleasing Pride.