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[In hat a fauour worne, a bird of gold in Britaine land]
In hat a fauour worne, a bird of gold in Britaine land,In loyall heart is borne, yet doth on head like Phenix stand.
To set my Phenix forth, whose vetues may thē al surmount,
An orient pearle more worth, in value price & good accounnt,
Thē gold or precious stone, what tong or verse dare her distain.
A peerelesse paragon, in whom such gladsome gifts remaine.
Whose seemly shape is wroght, as out of wax wer made ye mold
By fine deuise of thought, like shrined Saint in beaten gold,
Dame nature did disdaine, and thought great scorn in any sort,
To make the like againe, that should deserue such rare report.
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Nor flatring frase of mē, whose filed spech giues ech thing grace
To praise this worthy dame, a Nimph which Dian holds full deer
That in such perfect frame, as mirror bright & christal cleer
Is set out to our view, threefold as faire as shining Sunne,
For beauty grace and hue, a worke that hath great glory won,
A Goddes dropt from sky, for causes more then men may know
To please both minde & eie for those that dwels on earth below
And shew what heauenly grace, and noble secret power diuine.
Is seene in Princely face, that kind hath formd & framd so fine.
Loe this is all I write, of sacred Phenix ten times blest,
To shew mine own delite, as fancies humor thinketh best.
FINIS.
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