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TEll me ye
merchants daughters did ye see
So fayre a creature
in your towne before,
So sweet, so louely, and so
mild as she,
Adornd with beautyes grace and vertues
store,
Her goodly eyes lyke Saphyres shining bright,
Her forehead yuory white,
Her cheekes lyke
apples which the sun hath rudded,
Her lips lyke
cherryes charming men to byte,
Her brest like to a
bowle of creame vncrudded,
Her paps lyke lyllies
budded,
Her snowie necke lyke to a marble towre,
And allher body like a pallace fayre,
Ascending vppe
with many a stately stayre,
To honors seat and
chastities sweet bowre.
Why stand ye still ye
virgins in amaze,
Vpon her so to gaze,
Whiles ye
forget your former lay to sing,
To which the woods
did answer and your eccho ring
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