Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | Diella | Sonnet XXII. Look, as a bird, through sweetness of the call | Richard Linche (fl. 15961601) |
| LOOK, as a bird, through sweetness of the call, | |
doth clean forget the fowlers 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 angels 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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