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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Laura—Part I.
XXIX. As burnished gold, such are my Sovereign’s Hairs
Robert Tofte (1561–1620)
AS burnished gold, such are my Sovereign’s Hairs;
A brace of stars divine, her blackish Eyes;
Like to the fairest black the raven bears;
Or fairer, if you fairer can devise.
  So likewise fair ’s the beauty of her Breasts;        5
  Where Pleasure lurks, where joy still dallying rests.
This VENUS’ Bower, you rightly may compare
To whitest snow that e’er from heaven fell;
Or to the mines of alabaster fair.
Woe ’s me! ’Tis sweet to sleep in CUPID’s cell!        10
  Whilst he, the heart makes surfeit with delight;
  Through golden Hair, black Eyes, and Breast most white.

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