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To Cosmicus. Curiositie in decking the bodie.

With odours sweete of Siria soile,
thy garments all doe smell:
If corps thou washe not thrise adaie,
thou thinkst it is not well.
Thy bushe of heare is braided braue
and friseled woondrous fine:
No spot or mole doeth once deforme,
the comely corps of thyne.
Doe these beseme a seruaunt, of
the liuyng Lorde of light?
No man that setts so by hym self,
can please the Lorde a right.