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[My wordes, in hope to blase my stedfast mynde]
My wordes, in hope to blase my stedfast mynde,
This Marble chose, as of like Temper knowne:
But, Lo, (my wordes defaced) my fancyes blynde,
Blottes to the stone, shame to my self I fynde.
And witnes am, how yll agree in one,
A womans hand with constant Marble stone.
This Marble chose, as of like Temper knowne:
But, Lo, (my wordes defaced) my fancyes blynde,
Blottes to the stone, shame to my self I fynde.
And witnes am, how yll agree in one,
A womans hand with constant Marble stone.
My wordes full weyke, the Marble full of mighte,
My wordes in store, the Marble all alone,
My wordes black Inck, the Marble kyndly white,
My wordes unseene, The Marble still in sighte
May witnes beare how yll agree in one,
A womans hande with constant Marble stone.
My wordes in store, the Marble all alone,
My wordes black Inck, the Marble kyndly white,
My wordes unseene, The Marble still in sighte
May witnes beare how yll agree in one,
A womans hande with constant Marble stone.
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