| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diella | | Sonnet XXII. Look, as a bird, through sweetness of the call | | Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601) |
| | | LOOK, as a bird, through sweetness of the call, | |
| doth clean forget the fowler’s guileful trap; | |
| Or one that gazing on the stars, doth fall | |
| in some deep pit, bewailing his mishap: | |
| So wretched I, whilst, with Lynceus’ eyes, | 5 |
| I greedily beheld her angel’s face, | |
| Was straight entangled with such subtilties, | |
| as, ever since, I live in woful case. | |
| Her cheeks were roses laid in crystal glass; | |
| her breasts, two apples of Hesperides; | 10 |
| Her voice, more sweet than famous THAMIRAS, | |
| reviving death with Doric melodies: | |
| I, hearkening so to this attractive call, | |
| Was caught, and ever since have lived in thrall. | | | | |
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