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xiii. Fragment.
[Like vnto her nothing can be namd]
Like vnto her nothing can be namd:The mold is broke vherin dear sche vas framd.
Vho may of her rare beautie count ich part,
And all these gifts heauen doth to her impart,
On Affricke shores the sand that ebs & flows,
The skalie flockes that vith old Proteus goes,
He sur may count, and al these vaues that meet
To vashe the Mauritanian Atlas feet—
Her curlet haire, faire threeds of finest gold,
In nets & curious knots mens harts to hold,
Her forhead large & euen of vhich the lilies
Do borrow beautie & the daffadilies,
Faire ebaine bows aboue her heunlie eies,
Vher tratrous loue in silent ambush lies,
Vell framd her nose, her cheekes vith purest red,
Cinabre like, most dantelie ar spred,
Prettie & schort her eares, vith heunlie smiles
Her visage schind that sadest eies beguiles,
To orient perles her teeth do nothing yeild,
Nor lips to coral, or of gueles a feild;
Juno vith maiestie, & faire aurore,
Vith blush & fingers did this sueet decore;
The Graces gaue theer smiles & did reioice
To heare her sing vith Phebus heaunlie voice,
Pallas gaue vit, the vertews gaue theer part:
Liuing the heauen thay loget in her hart.
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