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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Praise of the Fair Bridges, afterwards Lady Sandes, on Her Having a Scar in Her Forehead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In court whoso demaundes<br>What dame doth most excell;<br>For my conceit I must needes say,<br>Faire Bridges beares the bel. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon whose lively cheeke,<br>To prove my judgement true,<br>The rose and lilie seeme to strive<br>For equall change of hewe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And therewithall so well<br>Hir graces all agree,<br>No frowning chere dare once presume<br>In hir sweet face to bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although some lavishe lippes,<br>Which like some other best,<br>Will say the blemishe on hir browe<br>Disgracefull all the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thereto I thus replie:<br>God wotte, they little knowe<br>The hidden cause of that mishap,<br>Nor how the harm did growe;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when Dame Nature first<br>Had framde hir heavenly face,<br>And thoroughly bedecked it<br>With goodly gleames of grace;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It lyked hir so well:<br>'Lo here,' quod she, 'a peece<br>For perfect shape that passeth all<br>Appelles' worke in Greec.e</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This bayt may chaunce to catche<br>The greatest god of love,<br>Or mightie thundring Jove himself,<br>That rules the roast above.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But out, alas! those words<br>Were vaunted all in vayne;<br>And some unseen were present there,<br>Pore Bridges, to thy pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Cupide, crafty boy,<br>Close in a corner stoode,<br>Not blyndfold then, to gaze on hir:<br>I gesse it did him good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet when he felte the flame<br>Gan kindle in his brest,<br>And herd Dame Nature boast by hir <br>To break him of his rest,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hot newe-chosen love<br>He chaunged into hate,<br>And sodenlye with mightie mace<br>Gan rap hir on the pate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It greeved Nature muche<br>To see the cruell deede:<br>Mee seemes I see hir, how she wept<br>To see hir dearling bleede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wel yet,' quod she, 'this hurt<br>Shal have some helpe I trowe;'<br>And quick with skin she covered it,<br>That whiter is than snowe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherwith Dan Cupide fled,<br>For feare of further flame,<br>When angel-like he saw hir shine,<br>Whome he had smit with shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, thus was Bridges hurt<br>In cradel of hir kind.<br>The coward Cupide brake hir browe<br>To wreke his wounded mynd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The skar still there remains;<br>No force, there let it bee:<br>There is no cloude that can eclipse<br>So bright a sunne as she.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Gascoigne">George Gascoigne</a><div class=q>
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What dame doth most excell;
For my conceit I must needes say,
Faire Bridges beares the bel. 

Upon whose lively cheeke,
To prove my judgement true,
The rose and lilie seeme to strive
For equall change of hewe.

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