| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Zepheria | | Canzon 2. Though be thou limned in these discoloured lines | | Anonymous |
| | | THOUGH be thou limned in these discoloured lines, | |
| (Delicious Model of my spirit’s portrait!) | |
| Though be thou sable pencilled, these designs | |
| Shadow not beauty, but a sorrow’s extract! | |
| When I emprised, though in my love’s affections, | 5 |
| The silver lustre of thy brow to unmask! | |
| Though hath my Muse hyperbolised trajections; | |
| Yet stands it, aye, deficient to such task. | |
| My slubb’ring pencil casts too gross a matter, | |
| Thy beauty’s pure divinity to blaze! | 10 |
| For when my smoothèd tongue hath sought to flatter, | |
| Thy Worth hath dearthed his words, for thy true praise! | |
| Then though my pencil glance here on thine eyes; | |
| Sweet! think thy Fair, it doth but portionise! | | | | |
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