Here you will find the Poem Licia Sonnets 52 of poet Giles Fletcher Senior
O sugared talk, wherewith my thoughts do live! O brows, love's trophy and my senses' shine! O charming smiles, that death or life can give! O heavenly kisses from a mouth divine! O wreaths too strong, and trammels made of hair! O pearls incloséd in an ebon pale! O rose and lilies in a field most fair, Where modest white doth make the red seem pale! O voice whose accents live within my heart! O heavenly hand that more than Atlas holds! O sighs perfumed, that can release my smart! O happy they whom in her arms she folds! Now if you ask where dwelleth all this bliss, Seek out my love and she will tell you this.