| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Fidessa | | Sonnet XXXIX. My Lady’s hair is threads of beaten gold | | Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602) |
| | | MY Lady’s hair is threads of beaten gold. | |
| Her front, the purest, crystal eye hath seen. | |
| Her eyes, the brightest stars the heavens hold. | |
| Her cheeks, red roses, such as seld have been. | |
| Her pretty lips, of red vermillion die. | 5 |
| Her hand, of ivory the purest white. | |
| Her blush, AURORA or the morning sky. | |
| Her breast displays two silver fountains bright. | |
| The spheres, her voice; her grace, the Graces three. | |
| Her body is the saint that I adore. | 10 |
| Her smiles and favours, sweet as honey be. | |
| Her feet, fair THETIS praiseth evermore. | |
| But ah, the worst and last is yet behind: | |
| For of a griffon she doth bear the mind! | | | | |
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