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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Laura—Part II

XXXVIII. Rich Damask Roses in fair cheeks do bide

Robert Tofte (1561–1620)

RICH Damask Roses in fair cheeks do bide

Of my sweet Girl, like April in his prime:

But her hard heart, cold chilly snow doth hide;

Of bitter Januar, the perfect sign.

Her hair of gold shows yellow like the corn

In July, when the sun doth scorch the ground;

And her fair breast, ripe fruit which doth adorn

September rich. So as in her is found

Both Harvest, Summer, Winter, Spring to be:

Which you in breast, hair, heart, and face may see.