Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne, <br />a goodly table of pure yvory: <br />all spred with iuncats, fit to entertayne, <br />the greatest Prince with pompous roialty. <br />Mongst which there in a siluer dish did ly, <br />twoo golden apples of vnualewd price: <br />far passing those which Hercules came by, <br />or those which Atalanta did entice. <br />Exceeding sweet, yet voyd of sinfull vice, <br />That many sought yet none could euer taste, <br />sweet fruit of pleasure brought from paradice: <br />By loue himselfe and in his garden plaste. <br />Her brest that table was so richly spredd, <br />my thoughts the guests, which would thereon haue fedd.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxvii-2/
