Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Amoretti and EpithalamionSonnet LXIV. Coming to kiss her lips (such grace I found)
Edmund Spenser (1552?1599)C
Me seemed, I smelt a garden of sweet flowers,
That dainty odours from them threw around,
For damsels fit to deck their lovers’ bowers.
Her lips did smell like unto gillyflowers;
Her ruddy cheeks, like unto roses red;
Her snowy brows, like budded bellamoures;
Her lovely eyes, like pinks but newly spread;
Her goodly bosom, like a strawberry bed;
Her neck, like to a bunch of Columbines;
Her breast, like lilies, ere their leaves be shed;
Her nipples, like young blossomed jessamines:
Such flagrant flowers do give most odorous smell;
But her sweet odour did them all excel.