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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345942" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Praise of his Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">GIVE place, you ladies, and begone!<br>Boast not yourselves at all!<br>For here at hand approacheth one<br>Whose face will stain you all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The virtue of her lively looks<br>Excels the precious stone;<br>I wish to have none other books<br>To read or look upon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In each of her two crystal eyes<br>Smileth a naked boy;<br>It would you all in heart suffice<br>To see that lamp of joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think Nature hath lost the mould<br>Where she her shape did take;<br>Or else I doubt if Nature could<br>So fair a creature make.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She may be well compared<br>Unto the Phoenix kind,<br>Whose like was never seen or heard,<br>That any man can find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In life she is Diana chaste,<br>In troth Penelopey;<br>In word and eke in deed steadfast.<br>--What will you more we say?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If all the world were sought so far,<br>Who could find such a wight?<br>Her beauty twinkleth like a star<br>Within the frosty night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her rosial colour comes and goes<br>With such a comely grace,<br>More ruddier, too, than doth the rose,<br>Within her lively face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Bacchus' feast none shall her meet,<br>Ne at no wanton play,<br>Nor gazing in an open street,<br>Nor gadding as a stray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The modest mirth that she doth use<br>Is mix'd with shamefastness;<br>All vice she doth wholly refuse,<br>And hateth idleness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Lord! it is a world to see<br>How virtue can repair,<br>And deck in her such honesty,<br>Whom Nature made so fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Truly she doth so far exceed<br>Our women nowadays,<br>As doth the jeliflower a weed;<br>And more a thousand ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How might I do to get a graff<br>Of this unspotted tree?<br>--For all the rest are plain but chaff,<br>Which seem good corn to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This gift alone I shall her give;<br>When death doth what he can,<br>Her honest fame shall ever live<br>Within the mouth of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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Boast not yourselves at all!
For here at hand approacheth one
Whose face will stain you all.

The virtue of her lively looks
Excels the precious stone;
I wish to have none other books
To read or look upon.

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