Chapter 2.
A WOMAN.
“Her face so fair, as flesh it seemed not,
But heavenly portrait of bright angels hew,
Clear as the skye withouten blame or blot,
Through goodly mixture of complexion’s dew;
And in her cheeks the vermeil red did shew
Like roses in a bed of lillies shed.
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In her faire eyes two living lamps did flame.”
—Spenser.