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lady's hair is threads of beaten gold,

Her front the purest crystal eye hath seen,

Her eyes the brightest stars the heavens hold,

Her cheeks red roses such as seld have been;

Her pretty lips of red vermillion die,

Her hand of ivory the purest white,

Her blush Aurora or the morning sky,

Her breast displays two silver fountains bright

The spheres her voice, her grace the Graces three:

Her body is the saint that I adore;

Her smiles and favours sweet as honey be;

Her feet fair Thetis praiseth evermore.

But ah, the worst and last is yet behind,

For of a griffon she doth bear the mind!