Sonnet 17
Richard Barnefield
1574 to 1627
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His mouth a Hive, his tongue a hony-combe,
His love-enticing delicate soft limbs,
Might not compare with his pure ivorie white,
Whose roseate red excels the crimson grape,
On whose faire front a poet's pen may write,
His teeth pure pearle in blushing correll set.
Cherry-lipt Adonis in his snowie shape,
With lovely tincture which Apollo's dims.
Be slow to love, and quicke to hate, enduring?
His lips ripe strawberries in nectar wet,
Oh how can such a body sinne-procuring,
Are rarely fram'd t'intrap poore gazine eies:
Where Muses (like bees) make their mansion.
His cheeks, the lillie and carnation dies,