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A praise of his Ladye.
Geue
place you Ladies and be gon,
Boast not your selues at all:
For here at hande approcheth one,
Whose face will staine you all.
Boast not your selues at all:
For here at hande approcheth one,
Whose face will staine you all.
The vertue of her liuely lokes,
Excels the precious stone:
I wishe to haue none other bokes
To read or loke vpon.
Excels the precious stone:
I wishe to haue none other bokes
To read or loke vpon.
In eche of her two cristall eyes,
Smileth a naked boye:
It would you all in hart suffise
To see that lampe of ioye.
Smileth a naked boye:
It would you all in hart suffise
To see that lampe of ioye.
I thinke nature hath lost the moulde,
Where she her shape did take:
Or els I doubt if nature could,
So faire a creature make.
Where she her shape did take:
So faire a creature make.
She may be well comparde
Unto the Phenix kinde:
Whose like was neuer sene nor heard,
That any man can finde.
Unto the Phenix kinde:
Whose like was neuer sene nor heard,
That any man can finde.
In life she is Diana chast,
In trouth Penelopey:
In word and eke in dede stedfast,
What will you more we sey.
In trouth Penelopey:
In word and eke in dede stedfast,
What will you more we sey.
If all the world were sought so farre,
Who could finde such a wight:
Her beauty twinkleth like a starre,
Within the frosty night.
Who could finde such a wight:
Her beauty twinkleth like a starre,
Within the frosty night.
Her rosiall colour comes and goes,
With such a comely grace:
More redier to then doth the rose,
Within her liuely face.
With such a comely grace:
More redier to then doth the rose,
Within her liuely face.
At Bacchus feast none shall her mete,
Ne at no wanton play:
Nor gasyng in an open strete,
Nor gaddyng as a stray.
Ne at no wanton play:
Nor gasyng in an open strete,
Nor gaddyng as a stray.
The modest mirth that she dothe vse,
Is mixt with shamefastnesse:
All vice she dothe wholy refuse,
And hateth ydlenesse.
Is mixt with shamefastnesse:
All vice she dothe wholy refuse,
And hateth ydlenesse.
O lord it is a world to see,
How vertue can repaire:
And decke in her such honestie,
Whom nature made so fayre.
How vertue can repaire:
And decke in her such honestie,
Whom nature made so fayre.
Truely she dothe as farre excede,
Our women now adayes:
As dothe the Ielifloure a wede,
And more a thousande wayes.
Our women now adayes:
As dothe the Ielifloure a wede,
And more a thousande wayes.
How might I do to get a graffe:
Of this vnspotted tree.
For all the rest are plaine but chaffe,
Which seme good corne to be.
Of this vnspotted tree.
For all the rest are plaine but chaffe,
Which seme good corne to be.
This gift alone I shall her geue
When death doth what he can:
Her honest fame shall euer liue,
Within the mouth of man.
When death doth what he can:
Her honest fame shall euer liue,
Within the mouth of man.
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