The Sixth Sonnet

O You that heare this voice, O you that see this face, Say whether of the choice, Deserves the better place, Feare not to judge this bate, For it is voide of hate.

This side doth Beautie take, For that doth Musick speake, Fit Orators to make, The strongest judgements weake. The barre to plead the right, Is onely true delight.

Thus doth the voice and face, The gentle Lawiers wage, Like loving brothers case, For Fathers heritage, That each while each contends, It selfe to other lends.

For Beautie beautifies With heavenly view and grace, The heavenly harmonie; And in this faultles face The perfect beauties bee, A perfect harmonie.

Musick more lustie swels In speeches nobly placed, Beautie as farre excels In actions aptly graced. A friend each partie drawes, To countenance his cause.

Love more affected seemes To Beauties lonely light, And wonder more esteemes Of Musicks wondrous might; But both to both so bent, As both in both are spent.

Musicke doth witnes call The eare his truth to trie: Beautie brings to the hall The judgement of the eie: Both in their objects such, As no exceptions tuch.

The common Sense which might Be arbitrer of this, To be forsooth upright, To both sides partiall is: He laies on this chiefe praise, Chiefe praise on that he laies.

Then reason Princesse hie, Whose throne is in the minde; Which Musicke can in skie, And hidden Beauties finde: Say, whether thou wilt crowne With limitlesse renowne.