Sonnet 48

ALexis here she stay'd, among these Pines▪
Sweet Hermitresse she did all alone repaire;
Here did she spread the Treasure of her Haire,
More rich than that brought from the Colchian Mines.
Here sate she by these musket Eglantines,
The happy flow'rs seeme yet the print to beare,
Her voice did sweeten here thy sugred lines,
To which Winds, Trees, Beasts, Birds, did lend an Eare.
She here me first perceiv'd, and here a Morne
Of bright Carnations did o'respread her Face;
Here did she sigh, here first my Hopes were borne,
Here first I got a Pledge of promis'd Grace:
But ah what serves't t' have been made happy so?
Sith passed Pleasures double but new woe.