SONNET. LXIIII.

OM/MING to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found)

Me feemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres : that dainty odours from them threw around. for damzels fit to decke their louers bowres. er lips did smell lyke vnto Gillyflowers, her ruddy cheekes, lyke vnto Roses red : her snowy browes lyke budded Bellamoures, her louely eyes lyke Pincks but newly fpred, er goodly bofome lyke a Strawberry bed, her neck lyke to a bounch of Cullambynes : her brest lyke lillyes, ere theyr leaues be shed, her nipples lyke yong blossomd Ieffemynes, ich fragrant flowres doe giue most odorous smell, but her sweet odour did them all excell.

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SONNET. LXV.

HE/doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre loue, is vaine
That fondly feare to loose your liberty,

when loofing one, two liberties ye gayne,

and make him bond that bondage earst dyd fly. weet be the bands, the which true loue doth tye, without conftraynt or dread of any ill:

the gentle birde feeles no captiuity

within her cage, but singes and feeds her fill.

here pride dare not approch, nor discord spill

the league twixt them, that loyal loue hath bound: but fimple truth and mutuall good will,

feekes with sweet peace to falue each others woud There fayth doth fearlesse dwell in brasen towre,

And spotleffe pleasure builds her facred bowre.

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AMORETTI.

SONNET. LXVI.

all those happy blessings, which ye haue, with plenteous hand by heauen vpon you throw this one difparagement they to you gaue,

Twith plenteous hand by heauen vpon you thr

that ye your loue lent to so meane a one.

Yee whofe high worths surpassing paragon,

could not on earth haue found one fit for mate, ne but in heauen matchable to none,

why did ye ftoup vnto so lowly state. But ye thereby much greater glory gate,

then had ye forted with a princes pere: for now your light doth more it felfe dilate, and in my darknesse greater doth appeare. Yet fince your light hath once enlumind me, with my reflex yours fhall encreased be.

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SONNET. LXVII.

YKE/ as a huntsman after weary chace, Seeing the game from him escapt away: fits downe to rest him in some shady place, with panting hounds beguiled of their pray. So after long pursuit and vaine assay,

when I all weary had the chace forsooke, the gentle deare returnd the selfe-same way, thinking to quench her thirst at the next brooke. There the beholding me with mylder looke, fought not to fly, but fearleffe ftill did bide: till I in hand her yet halfe trembling tooke, and with her owne goodwill hir fyrmely tyde. Strange thing me feemd to see a beast so wyld,

so goodly wonne with her owne will beguyld.

SONNET. LXVIII.

OST/ glorious Lord of lyfe that on this day, Didst make thy triumph ouer death and fin: nd hauing harrowd hell didst bring away, captiuity thence captiue vs to win.

is ioyous day, deare Lord, with ioy begin, and grant that we for whom thou diddeft dye being with thy deare blood clene wafht from fin, may liue for euer in felicity.

id that thy loue we weighing worthily,

may likewise loue thee for the same againe :
and for thy fake that all lyke deare didst buy,
with loue may one another entertayne.
olet vs loue, deare loue, lyke as we ought,
loue is the lesson which the Lord vs taught.

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SONNET. LXIX.

HE/ famous warriors of the anticke world, vfed Trophees to erect in stately wize: in which they would the records haue enrold, of theyr great deeds and valarous emprize. What trophee then fhall I most fit deuize, in which I may record the memory

of my loues conquest, peerelesse beauties prise, adorn'd with honour, loue, and chastity.

Euen this verse vowd to eternity,

shall be thereof immortall moniment:

and tell her prayse to all posterity,

that may admire fuch worlds rare wonderment. The happy purchase of my glorious spoile, gotten at last with labour and long toyle.

mat woodh në fowers and fragrant Eglantine: e set your gàu ya a time thall proce, VÄN MET Jr agis decked fine. die 4. persira e pare bil fee coe ze Spyder and the gentle Bee.

SONNET. LXXII.

FT/when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges, In mind to mount vp to the pureft sky: it down is weighd with thoght of earthly things and clogd with burden of mortality,

here when that fouerayne beauty it doth spy, resembling heauens glory in her light :

drawne with sweet pleasures bayt, it back doth fly, and vnto heauen forgets her former flight. here my fraile fancy fed with full delight, doth bath in bliffe and mantleth most at ease: ne thinks of other heauen, but how it might her harts defire with moft contentment please. art need not wish none other happinesse, but here on earth to haue fuch heuens blisse.

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SONNET. LXXIII.

EING / my felfe captyued here in care,

My hart, whom none with feruile bands can tye:

but the fayre treffes of your golden hayre,
breaking his prison forth to you doth fly.
ike as a byrd that in ones hand doth spy
defired food, to it doth make his flight:
euen fo my hart, that wont on your fayre eye
to feed his fill, flyes backe vnto your fight.
oe you him take, and in your bosome bright,
gently encage, that he may be your thrall:
perhaps he there may learne with rare delight,
to fing your name and prayses ouer all.
hat it hereafter may you not repent,
him lodging in your bosome to haue lent.