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xlvi
TO THE PRINCESS OF ORANGE.
If nature for her workes proud ever were,
It was for this: that she created yow;
Youre sacred head, which wisdome doth indue,
Is only fitte a diademe to weare.
It was for this: that she created yow;
Youre sacred head, which wisdome doth indue,
Is only fitte a diademe to weare.
Your lilie hand, which fayrer doth appeare
Then ever eye beheld in shape and hue,
Vnto no other use by right is due
Except it be a scepter for to beare.
Then ever eye beheld in shape and hue,
Vnto no other use by right is due
Except it be a scepter for to beare.
Your cherrie lips by Nature framed be
Hearts to commaund; youre eye is only fitte
With his wise lookes kingdomes to oversee;
O happie land, whose soveraigne thou hadst beene!
But God on earth full blisse will not permitte,
And this is only cause: yow are no Queene.
Hearts to commaund; youre eye is only fitte
With his wise lookes kingdomes to oversee;
O happie land, whose soveraigne thou hadst beene!
But God on earth full blisse will not permitte,
And this is only cause: yow are no Queene.
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