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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
 
Phillis
Sonnet XXXIX. My matchless mistress, whose delicious eyes
Thomas Lodge (1558–1625)
 
MY matchless mistress, whose delicious eyes
Have power to perfect nature’s privy wants,
Even when the sun in greatest pomp did rise,
With pretty tread did press the tender plants.
  Each stalk, whilst forth she stalks, to kiss her feet        5
  Is proud with pomp, and prodigal of sweet.
Her fingers fair in favouring every flower
That wooed their ivory for a wishèd touch,
By chance—sweet chance—upon a blessed hour
Did pluck the flower where Love himself did couch,        10
  Where Love did couch by summer toil suppressed,
  And sought his sleep within so sweet a nest.
The virgin’s hand that held the wanton thrall,
Imprisoned him within the roseate leaves;
And twixt her teats, with favour did install        15
The lovely rose, where Love his rest receives.
  The lad that felt the soft and sweet so nigh,
  Drowned in delights, disdains his liberty,
And said, let Venus seek another son,
For here my only matchless mother is;        20
From whose fair orient orbs the drink doth run,
That deifies my state with greater bliss.
  This said, he sucked, my mistress blushing smiled,
  Since Love was both her prisoner and her child.
 
 
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