Richard Lovelace. Ellinda's Glove. Sonnet.

Richard Lovelace.

ELINDA'S GLOVE

Sonnet.

I
THOU snowy Farme with thy five Tenements !
Tell thy white Mistris here was one
That call'd to pay his dayly Rents :
But she agathering Flowr's and Hearts is gone,
And thou left voyd to rude Possession.

II

But grieve not pretty Ermin Cabinet,
Thy Alabaster Lady will come home ;
If not, what Tenant can there fit
The slender turnings of thy narrow Roome,
But must ejected be by his owne dombe ?

III

Then give me leave to leave my Rent with thee ;
Five kisses, one unto a place :
For though the Lute's too high for me ;
Yet Servants knowing Minikin nor Base,
Are still allow'd to fiddle with the Case.

Source:
Lovelace, Richard. The Poems of Richard Lovelace.
London: Unit Library, Ltd., 1904. 52.

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