Poems, 1594-1598 Volume 14 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 Excerpt: ...full of foolish fantasies) Weening to kisse his lips, as my loues fee's, I feele but Aire: nothing but Aire to bee him. Thus with Ixion, kisse I clouds in vaine: Thus with Ixion, feele I endles paine. Eng. SONNE T. XVII. Herry-lipt Adonis in his snowie shape, Might not compare with his pure Iuorie white, On whose faire front a Poets pen may write, Whose rosiate red excels the crimson grape, His loue-enticing delicate soft limbs, Are rarely fram'd t'intrap poore gazing eies: His cheekes, the Lillie and Carnation dies, With louely tincture which Apolloes dims. His lips ripe strawberries in Nectar wet, His mouth a Hiue, his tongue a hony-combe, Where Muses (like Bees) make their mansion. His teeth pure Pearle in blushing Correll set. Oh how can such a body sinne-procuring, Be slow to loue, and quicke to hate, enduring? SCH. Lib. No. 14. 6 SONNET. XVIII. Ot Megabytes nor Cleonymus, (Of whom great Plutarch makes such mention, Praysing their faire with rare inuention) '-As Ganymede were halfe so beauteous. They onely pleas'd the eies of two great Kings, But all the worlde at my loue stands amazed, Nor one that on his Angels face hath gazed, But (rauisht with delight) him Presents brings. Some weaning Lambs, and some a suckling Kyd, Some Nuts, and fil-beards, others Peares and Plums, Another with a milk-white Heyfar comes; As lately JEgons man (Damcstas) did: But neither he, nor all the Nymphs beside, Can win my Ganymede, with them t'abide. SONNE T. XIX. H no; nor I my selfe: though my pure loue (Sweete Ganymede) to thee hath still beene pure, And euen till my last gaspe shall aie endure, Could euer thy obdurate beuty moue: Then cease oh Goddesse sonne (for sure thou art, A Goddesse sonne that canst resist desire) Cease thy hard heart, and entertaine loues fire, W...