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[What lengthe of verse can serve, brave Mopsas good to showe]
What lengthe of verse can serve, brave Mopsas good to showe,
Whose vertues strange, & beutyes suche, as no man them may knowe:
Thus shrewdly burdened then, how can my Muse escape;
The godds must help, and precyous thinges must serve to shew her shape.
Whose vertues strange, & beutyes suche, as no man them may knowe:
Thus shrewdly burdened then, how can my Muse escape;
The godds must help, and precyous thinges must serve to shew her shape.
Like great god Saturne, faire, and like faire Venus chaste,
As smoothe as Pan, as Juno, mylde, lyke goddess Iris faste.
With Cupid shee foresees, and goes god Vulcans pace,
And for a taste of all these giftes shee borowes Momus grace.
As smoothe as Pan, as Juno, mylde, lyke goddess Iris faste.
With Cupid shee foresees, and goes god Vulcans pace,
And for a taste of all these giftes shee borowes Momus grace.
Her forehead Jacincth lyke, her cheekes of Opall hewe,
Her twinckling eyes bedect wth perle, her lippes of Saphire blewe.
Her heare pure Crapall stone, her Mouthe, O heavenly wyde,
Her skinne like burnisht golde, her handes like silver Owir untryde.
As for those partes unknowne, whiche hidden sure are best
Happy bee they wch well beleeve, and never seeke the rest.
Her twinckling eyes bedect wth perle, her lippes of Saphire blewe.
Her heare pure Crapall stone, her Mouthe, O heavenly wyde,
Her skinne like burnisht golde, her handes like silver Owir untryde.
As for those partes unknowne, whiche hidden sure are best
Happy bee they wch well beleeve, and never seeke the rest.
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