Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LiciaSonnet LII. O sugared talk! wherewith my thoughts do live
Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)O
O brows! Love’s trophy, and my senses’ shrine.
O charming smiles! that death or life can give.
O heavenly kisses! from a mouth divine.
O wreaths! too strong, and trammels made of hair!
O pearls! enclosèd in an ebon [ivory] pale.
O rose and lilies! in a field most fair,
Where modest white doth make the red seem pale.
O voice! whose accents live within my heart.
O heavenly hand! that more than A
O sighs perfumed! that can release my smart.
O happy they! whom in her arms she folds.
Now if you ask, Where dwelleth all this bliss?
Seek out my Love! and she will tell you this.