Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ZepheriaCanzon 28. When clear hath been thy brow, and free from wrinkle
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(Thy smoothèd brow, my soul’s sole hierarchy!)
When sweetly hath appeared in cheek the dimple,
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Glad have I, then, rich statues to his deity
Erected. Then, have I his altar hallowed!
His rights, I held, with high solemnity!
His Trophy decked, and it with rosebuds strewed!
I kissed thy cheek! Then thou, with gold artillery,
Hast him engirt, tasselled with purple twine,
(Featly contrived to hang his quiver by)
Besides a crimson scarf to veil his eyne:
But, see! No sooner was he gay apparelled,
But that, false Boy! away from us he fled!