Esther M. Zimmer Lederberg
Edmund Spenser, 1569-1599: Sonnet LXIIII
Coming to kiss her lips, such grace I found,
Me seemed I smelled a garden of sweet flow’rs:
That dainty odors from them threw around:
For damzels fit to deck their lovers’ bow’rs.
Her lips did smell like unto gillyflowers,
Her ruddy cheeks like unto roses red:
Her snowy brows like budded bellamoures,
Her lovely eyes like pinks but newly spread,
Her goodly bosom like a strawberry bed,
Her neck like to a bunch of columbines:
Her breast like lillies, ere their leaves be shed,
Her nipples like young blossomed jessemynes.
Such fragrant flow’rs do give most odorous smell,
But her sweet odor did them all excel.
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