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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Licia

Sonnet LII. O sugared talk! wherewith my thoughts do live

Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)

O SUGARED talk! wherewith my thoughts do live.

O brows! Love’s trophy, and my senses’ shrine.

O charming smiles! that death or life can give.

O heavenly kisses! from a mouth divine.

O wreaths! too strong, and trammels made of hair!

O pearls! enclosèd in an ebon [ivory] pale.

O rose and lilies! in a field most fair,

Where modest white doth make the red seem pale.

O voice! whose accents live within my heart.

O heavenly hand! that more than ATLAS holds.

O sighs perfumed! that can release my smart.

O happy they! whom in her arms she folds.

Now if you ask, Where dwelleth all this bliss?

Seek out my Love! and she will tell you this.