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To the Author.

Sonnet.

[Come forth Laissa spred thy lookes of Gold]

Come forth Laissa spred thy lookes of Gold,
Show thy cheekes roses in their virgine Prime
And though no gēmes the decke which Indies hold,
Yeild not vnto the fairest of thy tyme
No ceruse brought farre, farre beyond the seas
Noe poisone lyke Cinabre Paints thy face
Let them hawe that whose natiue hues displeas
Thow graceth nakednesse it doth the grace
Thy Syre no pyick purse is of others witt
Thoise Iewellis be his oune which the adorne
And though thow after greatter ones be borne
Thow mayst be bold euen midst the sirst to sitt
For whilst fair Iuliett or the farie quene
Doe liue with theirs thy beautie shall be seene,
M. William Drommond.