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.