R. L[inche?] 1596. 42 DIELLA. SONNET XXVII. HE heaven's herald may not make compare in sweet discourse and tuneful melody. 203 is worthless, with thy locks to be allowed. To thee, my thoughts are consecrate, dear Love! my words and phrases bound to please thine ears! My looks are such, as any heart could move : I still solicit thee with sighs and tears! O let not hate eclipse thy beauty's shine! W SONNET XXVIII. EARY with serving, where I naught could get; by cruel Fortune, spiteful of such ease. Grief was the mainmast, Love, the captain of it; 204 DIELLA. SONNET XXIX. R. L[inche?] EASE, Eyes, to cherish with still flowing tears, 1596. Dry up your running brooks! and dam your meres! and let my body die for moist relief! But DEATH is deaf! for well he knows my pain, my slackless pain, hell's horror doth exceed. There is no hell so black as her disdain ! whence cares, sighs, sorrows, and all griefs do breed. Instead of sleep, when day incloistered is in dusty prison of infernal night, With broad-waked eyes, I wail my miseries; Such fearful dreams do haunt my troubled mind: SONNET XXX. E THAT can count the candles of the sky, Or number numberless small atomie[s], what strange and hideous monsters Nilus shows, and he will judge her for a Saint above! R. L[inche?] 1596. DIELLA. SONNET XXXI. 205 AIR ivory Brow, the board LOVE banquets on! Fair Cheeks of purest roses red and white! sweet Tongue containing sweeter thing than sweet! O that my Muse could mount a lofty flight, and were not all so forceless, and unmeet To blaze the beauty of thy several shine, And tell the sweetness of thy sundry taste! Able of none but of the Muses nine, to be arightly honoured and graced. The first so fair, so bright, so purely precious! SONNET XXXII. HE last so sweet, so balmy, so delicious! The first so fair, so bright, so purely precious! But much more joy to gaze, and aye to look on. those lily rounds which ceaseless hold their moving, From whence my prisoned eyes would ne'er be gone; which to such beauties are exceeding loving. O that I might but press their dainty swelling! and thence depart, to which must now be hidden, and stop the sluice of their uncessant flowing; nor would he suffer me with sleep be caught. Whereat my heart, a thousand thanks him sent : SONNET XXXIV. Hy should a Maiden's heart be of that proof able to make what cynic soe'er liveth, Upon his knees, to beg of their bright eyen, one smiling look, which life from death reviveth. The frozen heart of cold ZENOCRATES had been dissolvèd into hot Desire, Had PHRYNE cast such sunbeams from her eyes And yet with patience I must take my woe; R. L[inche?] 1596 E DIELLA. SONNET XXXV ND this enchantment, Love! of my desires! eye me, thy lover! 'lorn for lack of thee! say any "'s fairer ! breathing vital air." 207 SONNET XXXVI. JONG did I wish, before I could attain the looked-for sight, I so desired to see; Too soon, at last I saw what bred my bane, and ever since hath sore tormented me. I saw Herself, whom had I never seen, my wealth of bliss had not been turned to bale. beheld her all-fair shape with begging eye, |