Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ZepheriaCanzon 23. Thy coral-coloured lips, how should I portray
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Unto the unmatchable pattern of their sweet!
A draught of blessedness I stole away
From them, when last I kissed. I taste it yet!
So did that sug’ry touch my lips ensucket.
On them, M
Mellifluous words; when so thou please to frame
Thy speech to entertainment! Thence I derive
My heart’s sole paradise, and my lips sweet game.
Ye are the coral gates of Temple’s clarion,
Whereout the P
Unto thy voice bequeathed the good A
His silvery lyre! Such Pæan melody
Thy voice, the organ pipe of angels quire
Trebles! Yet, one kiss; and I’ll raise them higher!