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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rosalind: Like to the Clear in Highest Sphere</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 Like to the clear in highest sphere<br>2 Where all imperial glory shines,<br>3 Of selfsame colour is her hair,<br>4 Whether unfolded or in twines:<br>5 Heigh ho, fair Rosalind.<br>6 Her eyes are sapphires set in snow,<br>7 Refining heaven by every wink;<br>8 The gods do fear whenas they glow,<br>9 And I do tremble when I think:<br>10 Heigh ho, would she were mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">11 Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud<br>12 That beautifies Aurora's face,<br>13 Or like the silver crimson shroud<br>14 That Ph{oe}bus' smiling looks doth grace:<br>15 Heigh ho, fair Rosalind.<br>16 Her lips are like two budded roses,<br>17 Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh,<br>18 Within which bounds she balm encloses,<br>19 Apt to entice a deity:<br>20 Heigh ho, would she were mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">21 Her neck, like to a stately tower<br>22 Where Love himself imprison'd lies,<br>23 To watch for glances every hour<br>24 From her divine and sacred eyes:<br>25 Heigh ho, fair Rosalind.<br>26 Her paps are centres of delight,<br>27 Her paps are orbs of heavenly frame,<br>28 Where Nature moulds the dew of light,<br>29 To feed perfection with the same:<br>30 Heigh ho, would she were mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">31 With orient pearl, with ruby red,<br>32 With marble white, with sapphire blue,<br>33 Her body every way is fed,<br>34 Yet soft in touch, and sweet in view:<br>35 Heigh ho, fair Rosalind.<br>36 Nature herself her shape admires,<br>37 The gods are wounded in her sight,<br>38 And Love forsakes his heavenly fires<br>39 And at her eyes his brand doth light:<br>40 Heigh ho, would she were mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">41 Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan<br>42 The absence of fair Rosalind,<br>43 Since for her fair there is fairer none,<br>44 Nor for her virtues so divine:<br>45 Heigh ho, fair Rosalind.<br>46 Heigh ho, my heart, would God that she were mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Lodge">Thomas Lodge</a><div class=q>
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2 Where all imperial glory shines,
3 Of selfsame colour is her hair,
4 Whether unfolded or in twines:
5 Heigh ho, fair Rosalind.
6 Her eyes are sapphires set in snow,
7 Refining heaven by every wink;
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