Sonnet 103: Oh Happy Thames
Oh
happy
Thames,
that
didst
my
Stella
bear,
I
saw
thyself
with
many
a
smiling
line
Upon
thy
cheerful
face,
Joy's
livery
wear,
While
those
fair
planets
on
thy
streams
did
shine.
The
boat
for
joy
could
not
to
dance
forbear,
While
wanton
winds
with
beauties
so
divine
Ravish'd,
stay'd
not,
till
in
her
golden
hair
They
did
themselves
(oh
sweetest
prison)
twine.
And
fain
those
Aeol's
youth
there
would
their
stay
Have
mde,
but,
forc'd
by
Nature
still
to
fly,
First
did
with
puffing
kiss
those
locks
display:
She
so
dishevel'd,
blush'd;
from
window
I
With
sight
thereof
cried
out;
oh
fair
disgrace,
Let
Honor
self
to
thee
grant
highest
place.