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COmming to
kisse her lyps, (such grace I found)
Me seemd I
smelt a gardin of sweet flowres:
that dainty odours
from them threw around
for damzels fit to decke
their louers bowres.
Her lips did smell lyke vnto
Gillyflowers,
her ruddy cheekes lyke vnto Roses red:
her snowy browes lyke budded Bellamoures,
her
louely eyes lyke Pincks but newly spred,
Her goodly
bosome lyke a Strawberry bed,
her neck lyke to a
bounch of Cullambynes:
her brest lyke lillyes, ere
theyr leaues be shed,
her nipples lyke yong blossomd
Iessemynes,
Such fragrant flowres doe giue most
odorous smell,
but her sweet odour did them all
excell.
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