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LXIV.
Comming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found,)
Me seemd, I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres,
That dainty odours from them throw around,
For damzels fit to decke their lovers bowres.
Her lips did smell lyke unto Gillyflowers;
Her ruddy cheekes, lyke unto Roses red;
Her snowy browes, like budded Bellamoures;
Her lovely eyes, lyke Pincks but newly spred;
Her goodly bosome, lyke a Strawberry bed;
Her neck, lyke to a bounch of Cullambynes;
Her brest, lyke Lillyes, ere theyr leaves be shed:
Her nipples, lyke yong blossomed Jessemynes:
Such fragrant flowers doe give most odorous smell;
But her sweet odour did them all excell.
Me seemd, I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres,
That dainty odours from them throw around,
For damzels fit to decke their lovers bowres.
Her lips did smell lyke unto Gillyflowers;
Her ruddy cheekes, lyke unto Roses red;
Her snowy browes, like budded Bellamoures;
Her lovely eyes, lyke Pincks but newly spred;
Her goodly bosome, lyke a Strawberry bed;
Her neck, lyke to a bounch of Cullambynes;
Her brest, lyke Lillyes, ere theyr leaves be shed:
Her nipples, lyke yong blossomed Jessemynes:
Such fragrant flowers doe give most odorous smell;
But her sweet odour did them all excell.
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