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The Complete Works of Sir Philip Sidney | ||
[O wordes whiche falle like Som̄er Deawe on mee]
O wordes whiche falle like Som̄er Deawe on mee,
O breathe more sweete then ys the growyng Beane,
O Toungue in whiche all Hony Liquors bee,
O voyce, that dothe the Thrussh in shrillnes stayne,
Do yow say still this ys her promyse Due,
That shee ys myne, as I to her am true.
O breathe more sweete then ys the growyng Beane,
O Toungue in whiche all Hony Liquors bee,
O voyce, that dothe the Thrussh in shrillnes stayne,
Do yow say still this ys her promyse Due,
That shee ys myne, as I to her am true.
Gay hayer, more gay, then Strawe, when harvest lyes,
Lippes Redd and plum̄e as Cheryes ruddy syde,
Eyes fayre and greate, like fayre greate Oxes eyes,
O Brest in whiche twoo white Sheepe swell in pryde,
Joyne yow with mee, to sealle this promyse due,
That shee bee myne, as I to her, am True.
Lippes Redd and plum̄e as Cheryes ruddy syde,
Eyes fayre and greate, like fayre greate Oxes eyes,
O Brest in whiche twoo white Sheepe swell in pryde,
Joyne yow with mee, to sealle this promyse due,
That shee bee myne, as I to her, am True.
But thow white skynn̄ as white as Curdes well prest,
So smoothe as Slikestone, like yt smoothes eche parte,
And thow Dere flessh as Softe as Woolle new drest,
And yet, as hard as Brawne made hard by Arte,
First Fower, but say, next Fower theyre saying sealle.
But, you must pay the gaige of promist weale.
So smoothe as Slikestone, like yt smoothes eche parte,
And thow Dere flessh as Softe as Woolle new drest,
And yet, as hard as Brawne made hard by Arte,
First Fower, but say, next Fower theyre saying sealle.
But, you must pay the gaige of promist weale.
The Complete Works of Sir Philip Sidney | ||