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| John Lyly |
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| My Daphne´s hair is twisted gold, Bright stars apiece her eyes do hold; My Daphne´s brow enthrones the graces, My Daphne´s beauty stains all faces; On Daphne´s cheek grow rose and cherry, On Daphne´s lip a sweeter berry; Daphne´s snowy hand but touched does melt, And then no heavenlier warmth is felt; My Daphne´s voice tunes all the spheres, My Daphne´s music charms all ears. Fond am I thus to sing her praise; These glories now are turned to bays. |
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