Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 64. Comming to kisse her lyps

Comming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found,)
Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres,
That dainty odours from them threw around,
For damzels fit to decke their lovers bowres.
Her lips did smell lyke unto gillyflowers;
Her ruddy cheekes lyke unto roses red;
Her snowy browes lyke budded bellamoures;
Her lovely eyes lyke pincks but newly spred;
Her goodly bosome lyke a strawberry bed;
Her neck lyke to a bounch of cullambynes;
Her brest lyke lillyes, ere their leaves be shed;
Her nipples lyke young blossomd jessemynes.
  Such fragrant flowres doe give most odorous smell;
  But her sweet odour did them all excell. 

1. Amoretti 49. Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?
2. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
3. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
4. Amoretti 26. Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere
5. Amoretti 63. After long stormes and tempests sad assay

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