sonnet lxxvi - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

Ayre bosome fraught with vertues richest tresure,
The neast of loue, the lodging of delight:the bowre of blisse, the paradice of pleasure,the sacred harbour of that heuenly spright
How was I rauisht with your louely sight,and my frayle t...