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TO MR. HILLIARD, UPON OCCASION OF A PICTURE HE MADE OF MY LADIE RICH.
If Michaell the archpainter now did live,
Because that Michaell he an angell hight,
As partiall for his fellow-angells, might
To Raphaell's skill much prayse and honoure give.
Because that Michaell he an angell hight,
As partiall for his fellow-angells, might
To Raphaell's skill much prayse and honoure give.
But if in secreat I his judgment shrive,
It would confesse that no man knew aright
To give to stones and pearles true die and light,
Till first youre art with orient nature strive.
It would confesse that no man knew aright
To give to stones and pearles true die and light,
Till first youre art with orient nature strive.
But thinke not yet yow did that art devise;
Nay, thank my Ladie that such skil you have;
For often sprinckling her black sparckling eyes,
Her lips and breast, taught you the [OMITTED]
To diamonds, rubies, pearles, the worth of which
Doth make the jewell which you paynt seeme Rich.
Nay, thank my Ladie that such skil you have;
For often sprinckling her black sparckling eyes,
Her lips and breast, taught you the [OMITTED]
To diamonds, rubies, pearles, the worth of which
Doth make the jewell which you paynt seeme Rich.
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