Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LauraPart IXXIX. As burnished gold, such are my Sovereigns Hairs
Robert Tofte (15611620)A
A brace of stars divine, her blackish Eyes;
Like to the fairest black the raven bears;
Or fairer, if you fairer can devise.
So likewise fair ’s the beauty of her Breasts;
Where Pleasure lurks, where joy still dallying rests.
This V
To whitest snow that e’er from heaven fell;
Or to the mines of alabaster fair.
Woe ’s me! ’Tis sweet to sleep in C
Whilst he, the heart makes surfeit with delight;
Through golden Hair, black Eyes, and Breast most white.