No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd,No arborett with painted blossoms drestAnd smelling sweete, but there it might be fowndTo bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
Was never eie did see that face, Was never eare did heare that tong, Was never minde did minde his grace, That ever thought the travell long, But eies and eares and ev'ry thought Were with his sweete perfections caught.
I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.john lyly
And on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore.Edmund Spenser
Was never eie did see that face,Was never eare did heare that tong,Was never minde did minde his grace,That ever thought the travell long;But eies and eares and ev'ry thoughtWere with his sweete perfections caught.mathew roydon
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swych licour Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open ye (So priketh hem nature in hir corages); Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.Geoffrey Chaucer