| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Cœlia | | Sonnet XII. Cœlia, of all sweet courtesies resolve me! | | William Percy (1575–1648) |
| | | CŒLIA, of all sweet courtesies resolve me! | |
| For wishèd grace, how must I now be doing? | |
| Since OPS, the completest frame which did absolve thee, | |
| Hath made each parcel to my sole undoing! | |
| Those wires which should thy corps to mine unite, | 5 |
| Be rays to daze us from so near approach. | |
| Thine eyne, which should my ’nighted sailors light, | |
| Be shot to keep them off with foul reproach. | |
| Those ruddy plums embrued with heavenly foods, | |
| When I would suck them, turn to driest coral; | 10 |
| And when I couch between her lily buds, | |
| They surge, like frothy water mounts above all. | |
| Surely, they were all made unto good uses; | |
| But She, them all untowardly abuses. | | | | |
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