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RVdely thou
wrongest my deare harts desire,
In finding fault
with her too portly pride:
the thing which I doo
most in her admire,
is of the world vnworthy most
enuide.
For in those lofty lookes is close implide,
scorn of base things, & sdeigne of soule dishonor:
thretning rash eies which gaze on her so wide,
that loosely they ne dare to looke vpon her.
Such
pride is praise, such portlinesse is honor,
that
boldned innocence beares in her eies:
and her faire
countenance like a goodly banner,
spreds in
defiaunce of all enemies.
Was neuer in this world
ought worthy tride,
without some spark of such
self-pleasing pride.
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