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Licia, or Poemes of Loue

In Honour of the admirable and singular vertues of his Lady, to the imitation of the best Latin Poets, and others. Whereunto is added the Rising to the Crowne of Richard the third [by Giles Fletcher]
  
  

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Sonnet. LII.

[O sugred talke, wherewith my thoughtes doe live]

O sugred talke, wherewith my thoughtes doe live:
O browes loves Trophee, and my senses shine:
O charming smyles, that death or life can give:
O heavenly kisses from a mouth devine:
O wreaths too strong, and tramels made of hayre:
O pearles inclosed in an Ebon pale,
O Rose and Lillyes in a field most fayre,
Where modest whyte, doth make the red seeme pale.
O voyce whose accents live within my heart,
O heavenly hand that more then Atlas holds,
O sighes perfum'd, that can release my smart.
O happy they, whome in her armes she folds.
Nowe if you aske where dwelleth all this blisse,
Seeke out my love, and she will shew you this.