Take , King, sum of virtue and perfection,
what my hand reaches out to give you:
this carved and colored countenance,
in which my living, real self is represented.
And if such a lowly and imperfect image
is not what your blessed gaze expects,
Consider my motive rather than the result.
A small spark can still kindle a great flame.
And because your undying, celestial valor,
tested by a thousand trials in war and peace,
filled my soul with noble wonder,
So the desire felt in a woman’s heart
to raise you above heaven, beyond this world,
see, expressed and proved, in this likeness of me.
–Veronica Franco, Sonnet 2 on Henri III