Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ZepheriaCanzon 33. Hither, chaste Phœbe’s Nymphs flocked in procession
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Whose beauties attractive all eyes so exercised
With mazed-admire, that, for some late transgression,
Men weened heaven’s angels were unparadised.
Such saints, heaven’s paradise contains but few,
Their roseate beauties, Nature’s wealth distained;
Compared their lustre, checked her verdant hue,
They even her purest quintessence engrained.
Anemone there stood with Daffodilly!
The purple Hyacinth, and the musk Rose!
Red Amaranthus, and the milk-bred Lily!
I came in quest; yet would I none of those!
Unto H
There, in her goldy leaves, my love is writ!