Zepheria :: :: University of Virginia Library

How many golden dayes haue I set free
From tedious trauell in a sadder muse?
While I of amours haue conferd with thee,
While I long absence neuer need excuse.
Sweet was occasion, and for sweet inexplicable
That eyes inuited guests vnto thine eyes fare,
When by thy daintie leaue on Corall table
I fed, oh there I suckt celestiall ayre.
Amidst these sugrie iunkets thirstie I
Haue thy delicious hand with my lips prest,
I drew for wine, but found twas Ambrosie,
Oh how my spirits inly that refresht:
Yet aye me since I relisht this delight,
I eare more thirsted with a hotter appetite.