Sonnet 64

Coming to kiss her lips (such grace I found)
Meseemd I smelt a garden of sweet flowers
That dainty odours from them threw around
For damzels fit to deck their lovers bowers

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 strawberrry bed,
Her neck like to a bunch of columbines;
Her breast like lillies ere their leaves be shed,
Her nipples like young blossomed jessemines.

Such fragrant flowers do give most odorous smell,
But her sweet odor did them all excel.

Edmund Spenser