| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diella | | Sonnet XXVII. The heaven’s herald may not make compare | | Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601) |
| | | THE HEAVEN’s herald may not make compare | |
| of working words, which so abound in thee. | |
| Thy honey-dewed tongue exceeds his far, | |
| in sweet discourse and tuneful melody. | |
| Th’ amber-coloured tress which BERENICE | 5 |
| for her true-loving PTHOLOMEUS, vowed | |
| Within IDALEA’s sacred Aphrodrice, | |
| is worthless, with thy locks to be allowed. | |
| To thee, my thoughts are consecrate, dear Love! | |
| my words and phrases bound to please thine ears! | 10 |
| My looks are such, as any heart could move: | |
| I still solicit thee with sighs and tears! | |
| O let not hate eclipse thy beauty’s shine! | |
| Then none would deem thee earthly, but divine. | | | | |
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