| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Laura—Part I. | | XXIX. As burnished gold, such are my Sovereign’s Hairs | | Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | AS burnished gold, such are my Sovereign’s Hairs; | |
| 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; | 5 |
| Where Pleasure lurks, where joy still dallying rests. | |
| This VENUS’ Bower, you rightly may compare | |
| To whitest snow that e’er from heaven fell; | |
| Or to the mines of alabaster fair. | |
| Woe ’s me! ’Tis sweet to sleep in CUPID’s cell! | 10 |
| Whilst he, the heart makes surfeit with delight; | |
| Through golden Hair, black Eyes, and Breast most white. | | | | |
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