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My matchlesse Mistresse, whose delicious eyes
Haue power to perfect natures priuie wants,
Euen when the Sunne in greatest pompe did ryse,
With pretty tread, dyd presse the tender plants.
Each stalk whilst forth she stalkes, to kysse her feete
Is proud with pompe, and prodigall of sweete.

Her fingers faire in fauouring euery flower
That wooed theyr Iuory for a wished touch:
By chaunce (sweet chaunce) vpon a blessed hower,
Did pluck the flower where Loue himselfe did couch.
Where Loue did couch, by summer toyle supprest,
And sought his sleepes within so sweete a nest.

The Virgins hand that held the wanton thrall,
Imprisoned him within the Rose-ate leaues:
And twixt her teates, vvith fauour did enstall
The louely Rose, where Loue his rest receaues.
The lad that felt the soft and svveet so nye,
Drownd in delights, disdaines his liberty.

And sayd, let Venus seeke another sonne,
For heare my onely matchlesse Mother is:
From vvhose fayre orient Orbes the drinke doth ronne,
That deifies my state with greater blis:
Thys sayd, he suckt, my Mistresse blushing smyld,
Since Loue vvas both her prisoner and her child.