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 A maid of honor to Her Majesty and known By beauty's rumor far as Tyne and Tweed.

By beauty's rumor—there I've found myself With just the breath of satire; not one tone Of all the tones her beauty struck in me, Leaving me jangling like a belfry bell Under a thrust of thunder.

She impleads The courts of equity to have relief Against defendant, in that he has made A full heroic picture of herself, Likest Diana, with the curved moon's arc Crowning her head, and in her hand a spear; No adjective beside to qualify The fact of her—