Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Randolph. 16051635299. A Devout Lover
I HAVE a mistress, for perfections rare | |
In every eye, but in my thoughts most fair. | |
Like tapers on the altar shine her eyes; | |
Her breath is the perfume of sacrifice; | |
And wheresoe’er my fancy would begin, | 5 |
Still her perfection lets religion in. | |
We sit and talk, and kiss away the hours | |
As chastely as the morning dews kiss flowers: | |
I touch her, like my beads, with devout care, | |
And come unto my courtship as my prayer. | 10 |