Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ZepheriaCanzon 29. How many golden days! have I set free
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From tedious travail in a sadder Muse,
While I, of amours have conferred with thee!
While I, long absence never need excuse!
Sweet was Occasion! and for sweet inexplicable,
That eyes’ invited guests unto thine eyes’ fare;
When, by thy dainty leave, on coral table
I fed! O there, I sucked celestial air!
Amidst these sug’ry junkets thirsty, I
Have thy delicious hand, with my lips pressed!
I drew for wine, but found ’twas Ambrosie:
O how my spirits inly that refreshed!
Yet, ay me! since I relished this delight;
I e’er more thirsted with a hotter appetite!