The Shepherd's Garden By William Davies |
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THE SHEPHERD RIDICULES THE FALSE CHARMS OF A
FLAUNTING BEAUTY. |
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THE SHEPHERD RIDICULES THE FALSE CHARMS OF A FLAUNTING BEAUTY.
My lady's glance the world doth bless
With love-diffusing light,
When that she hath no waywardness
And is not curst with spite.
With love-diffusing light,
When that she hath no waywardness
And is not curst with spite.
Rich hair she hath and smoothly laid,
In golden fillet bound;
And all her own; for it was paid
With yellow gold and round.
In golden fillet bound;
And all her own; for it was paid
With yellow gold and round.
Her lips are red as winter haws:
No wanton kiss may taint
Their modest innocence, because
Their hues are laid in paint.
No wanton kiss may taint
Their modest innocence, because
Their hues are laid in paint.
Her hand is white if that it be
Cased in a satin glove;
And all the Graces go when she
With gracious step doth move.
Cased in a satin glove;
And all the Graces go when she
With gracious step doth move.
Her eyes within her mirrored glass
Her own heart's love do take:
Her blooming cheeks are rosy as
Vermilion can make.
Her own heart's love do take:
Her blooming cheeks are rosy as
Vermilion can make.
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Her nose to scorn her cheeks would wear
A ruddier glow than they,
If that it did not mainly fear
To melt in flames away.
A ruddier glow than they,
If that it did not mainly fear
To melt in flames away.
Her arching brows are fixed in jet
Stroked through a cunning dye:
Love smiles to see her smilings set
In teeth of ivory.
Stroked through a cunning dye:
Love smiles to see her smilings set
In teeth of ivory.
So by her Art the world we see
Of every grace bereft,
That beggared Nature groans to be
Without a beauty left.
Of every grace bereft,
That beggared Nature groans to be
Without a beauty left.
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