The Muses Gardin for Delights Or the fift Booke of Ayres, onely for the Lute, the Base-vyoll, and the Voyce |
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[Behold her locks like wyers of beaten gold]
Behold her locks like wyers of beaten gold,
Her eyes like stars that twinkle in the skie,
Her heauenly face, not fram'd of earthly mold,
Her voice that sounds the heauens melody,
The miracles of time, the worldes storie,
Fortunes Queene, Loues treasure, Natures glorie.
Her eyes like stars that twinkle in the skie,
Her heauenly face, not fram'd of earthly mold,
Her voice that sounds the heauens melody,
The miracles of time, the worldes storie,
Fortunes Queene, Loues treasure, Natures glorie.
No flattering hopes shee likes, blind Fortunes baite,
Nor shadowes of delight, fond fancies glasse,
Nor charmes that doe inchant, false Arts deceipt,
Nor fading ioyes, which time makes swiftly passe,
But chast desires, which beateth all these downe,
A Goddesse looke is worth a Monarches Crowne.
Nor shadowes of delight, fond fancies glasse,
Nor charmes that doe inchant, false Arts deceipt,
Nor fading ioyes, which time makes swiftly passe,
But chast desires, which beateth all these downe,
A Goddesse looke is worth a Monarches Crowne.
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