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