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Diaphenia like the spreading roses, That in thy sweets all sweets encloses, Fair sweet, how I do love thee! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun’s life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me.
Diaphenia like to all things blesséd When all thy praises are expresséd, Dear joy, how I do love thee! As the birds do love the spring, Or the bees their careful king: Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me! H. Constable


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ROSALINE

Like to the clear in highest sphere Where all imperial glory shines, Of selfsame colour is her hair Whether unfolded, or in twines: Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! Her eyes are sapphires set in snow, Resembling heaven by every wink; The Gods do fear whenas they glow, And I do tremble when I think Heigh ho, would she were mine!
Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora’s face, Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phœbus’ smiling looks doth grace; Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh, Within which bounds she balm encloses Apt to entice a deity:Heigh ho, would she were mine!
Her neck is like a stately tower Where Love himself imprison’d lies,
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