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THE TRIUMPHS
Where of them some were prisoners By him in battle slain;Some pierced by his piercing darts, And some by him lay slain—

BEAUTY.

—And truly in her beauty she, And in her port and pace,And in her smiles and high disdains, And in her words and grace:
She in this sort surpasses so, Compared with other dames,Even as the sun the little sparks Exceedeth by his flames.
So fair appears her hair to be, That they do seem of gold,All shaking softly by the wind, Which does their tress unfold.
Her eyes like heavenly lamps and lights That so inflame my heart,That through her grace I am content That they increase my smart.—
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