Pandora The Musyque of the beautie of his Mistresse Diana. Composed by John Soowthern ... and dedicated to the right Honorable, Edward Deuer, Earle of Oxenford, &c |
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Elegia.
[“But how farre are the wordes contra-]
“But how farre are the wordes contra-“rie to the deedes of men.
The selfe same night I went where I
admyred you agen.
Your syluer Phebes eyes, and your
Well set and crisped heair:
Your Venus porte, and your counte-
naunce of the God of war:
Your Iban throte, your marble brow,
With your soft cheekes of Roses:
And your Straberie lyps, wherein
Your teeth of pearle reposes.
Breefe, I saw you (Dian) in whome
The Gods did all their best,
To see what they could doo, when they
Would frame a worke Celest. &c.
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