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With that, a sweet vermillian tincture stayn'd
The Brides faire cheekes; The more that she restrayn'd
Her blush, the more her disobedient blood
Did ouerflow; as if a second flood
Had meant to rise, and, for a little space,
To drowne that world of beauty in her face
She blusht; (but knew not why) And like the Moone
She look'd most red, vpon her going downe.
The Brides faire cheekes; The more that she restrayn'd
Her blush, the more her disobedient blood
Did ouerflow; as if a second flood
Had meant to rise, and, for a little space,
To drowne that world of beauty in her face
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She look'd most red, vpon her going downe.
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