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SONNET. XVII.
[Cherry-lipt Adonis in his snowie shape]
Cherry-lipt Adonis in his snowie shape,Might not compare with his pure Iuorie white,
On whose faire front a Poets pen may write,
Whose rosiate red excels the crimson grape,
His loue-enticing delicate soft limbs,
Are rarely fram'd t'intrap poore gazing eies:
His cheekes, the Lillie and Carnation dies,
With louely tincture which Apolloes dims.
His lips ripe strawberries in Nectar wet,
His mouth a Hiue, his tongue a hony-combe,
Where Muses (like Bees) make their mansion.
His teeth pure Pearle in blushing Correll set,
Oh how can such a body sinne-procuring,
Be slow to loue, and quicke to hate, enduring?
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