Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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Sonnet XXII.
Faire art thou Phillis, I so faire (sweet mayd)As nor the sunne, nor I haue seene more faire,
For in thy cheekes sweet roses are embayde,
And golde more pure then gold doth guilde thy haire.
Sweet Bees haue hiu'd their hony on thy tongue,
And Hebe spic't hir Necter with thy breath:
About thy necke do all the graces thronge,
And lay such baites as might entangle death.
In such a breast what heart would not be thrall?
From such sweet armes who would not wish embraces?
At thy faire handes who wonders not at all,
Wounder it selfe through ignorance embases?
Yet naithelesse tho wonderous giftes you call these,
My faith is farre more wonderfull then all these.
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