COmming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found) <br />Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres: <br />that dainty odours from them threw around <br />for damzels fit to decke their louers bowres. <br />Her lips did smell lyke vnto Gillyflowers, <br />her ruddy cheekes lyke vnto Roses red: <br />her snowy browes lyke budded Bellamoures, <br />her louely eyes lyke Pincks but newly spred, <br />Her goodly bosome lyke a Strawberry bed, <br />her neck lyke to a bounch of Cullambynes: <br />her brest lyke lillyes, ere theyr leaues be shed, <br />her nipples lyke yong blossomd Iessemynes, <br />Such fragrant flowres doe giue most odorous smell, <br />but her sweet odour did them all excell.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxiiii/
