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Tixall Poetry.
Can any gumms or spices stay
Wher thy breath suck'd all sweets away?
Since the admired Phoenix nest
Lyes all ingrossed in thy breast.
Can any gold be spar'd to shine,
Where all made up thés brades of thine?
What saphir now can sparke, or diamond glow
Wher all to frame thy brighter eyes did goe?
Wher thy breath suck'd all sweets away?
Since the admired Phoenix nest
Lyes all ingrossed in thy breast.
Can any gold be spar'd to shine,
Where all made up thés brades of thine?
What saphir now can sparke, or diamond glow
Wher all to frame thy brighter eyes did goe?
Oh, can one single pearle be left
Wher thy pure teeth made such a theft?
Can th' Indian vaunt his ivory,
Since thy smooth skinn's faire robberye?
Wher, since he lost thy lyp and cheeke,
Twere madnesse rubyes now to seeke.
All th' Easts a wildernesse for losse of you,
And bles'd Arabia now turn'd desart too.
Wher thy pure teeth made such a theft?
Can th' Indian vaunt his ivory,
Since thy smooth skinn's faire robberye?
Wher, since he lost thy lyp and cheeke,
Twere madnesse rubyes now to seeke.
All th' Easts a wildernesse for losse of you,
And bles'd Arabia now turn'd desart too.
Oh, since wee all confesse our sunne
Is by thy shining orbs outdone,
And that the fires (the torrid zone
Of love creates) are all thy owne,
Is by thy shining orbs outdone,
And that the fires (the torrid zone
Of love creates) are all thy owne,
