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26 Comfort, pleasure, and solace, My heart doth so embrace, And so hath ravished me Her to behold and see, That, in words plain, I cannot me refrain To look on her again. Alas! what should I fain? It were a pleasant pain With her to aye remain. The Indy sapphire blue Her veins doth ennew; The orient pearl so clear The whiteness of her lere; The lusty ruby ruddes Resemble the rose-buds; Her lips, soft and merry, Embloom'd like the cherry, It were a heavenly bliss Her sugar'd mouth to kiss. Her beauty to augment, Dame Nature hath her lent A wart upon her cheek. Who so list to seek In her visage a scar, That seemeth from afar Like to a radiant star, All with favour fret, So properly it is set; She is the violet, The daisy delectable, The columbine commendable, This blossom of fresh colour, So Jupiter me succour, She flourisheth new and new In beauty and virtue.

But whereto should I note How often I did tote Upon her pretty foot? It raised mine heart-root