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Canzon. 32.
[Nature (I finde) doth once a yeare hold market]
Nature (I finde) doth once a yeare hold marketA gawdie fayre of Brooches and of Babies,
And bounteously to all doth she impart it,
Yet chiefly to true louers, and fayre Ladies.
There may you see her dappart Com'naltie
Clad some in purple, some in scarlet dye,
Whiles she (rich Queene) in all her royaltie
Commands them spred their chaffer to the eye.
The buyer payes no impost nor no fees,
But rather to inuite with wealthier pleasure,
She booths her faire with shade of broad-brancht trees,
Wherin (good Queene) hir care doth match hir treasure
With wealth of more cost Nature doth thee beautifie,
Saue careles she hath left no shelter gaynst thine eye.
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