LIIII.
[What happie howre was that I lately past]
In this Passion the Authour boasteth, howe sound a pleasure
he lately enioyed in the companie of his Beloued, by pleasing
effectually all his fiue senses exterior, and that through the
onely benefite of her friendly presence, and extraordinarie
fauour towards him. And in many choyse particulars of
this Sonnet, he imitateth here and there a verse of Ronsardes,
in a certaine Elegie to Ianet peintre du Roy: which beginneth
thus,
Pein moi, Ianet, pein moi ie te supplie
Dans ce tableau les beautés de m'amie
De la façon, &c.
What
happie howre was that I lately past
With her, in whome I fedde my senses all?
With one sure sealed kisse I pleas'd my tast;
Mine eares with woordes, which seemed Musicall;
My smelling with her breath, like Ciuet sweete;
My touch in place where modestie thought meete.
But shall I say, what obiectes held mine eye?
Her curled Lockes of Gold, like Tagus sandes;
Her Forehead smooth and white as Iuory,
Where Glory, State, and Bashfullnes held handes;
Her Eyes, one making Peace, the other Warres;
By Venus one, the other rul'd by Mars;
Her Egles Nose; her Scarlate Cheekes halfe white;
Her Teeth of Orient Pearle; her gracious smile;
Her dimpled Chinne; her Breast as cleere as light;
Her Hand like hers,
who Tithon did beguile.
For worldly ioyes who might compare with mee,
While thus I fedde each sense in his degree?
