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[XXI. Deare Shepheardesse, thou art more louely faire]

Deare Shepheardesse, thou art more louely, more louely faire, Then the both Roses in the prime of May, Thou art more tender, sweet, without compare, without compare, Then the bright Morning, at the breake of day, But vnto me that doe thy praise declare, More cold and dead, more cold and dead, then the most cold dismay. most cold dismay.