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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XXII. Look, as a bird, through sweetness of the call
Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601)
LOOK, as a bird, through sweetness of the call,
  doth clean forget the fowler’s guileful trap;
Or one that gazing on the stars, doth fall
  in some deep pit, bewailing his mishap:
So wretched I, whilst, with Lynceus’ eyes,        5
  I greedily beheld her angel’s face,
Was straight entangled with such subtilties,
  as, ever since, I live in woful case.
Her cheeks were roses laid in crystal glass;
  her breasts, two apples of Hesperides;        10
Her voice, more sweet than famous THAMIRAS,
  reviving death with Doric melodies:
I, hearkening so to this attractive call,
Was caught, and ever since have lived in thrall.

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