Threatening rash eyes which gaze on her so wide,

That loosely they ne dare to look upon her.

Such pride is praise, such portliness is honour;

That boldness innocence bears in her eyes; 10

And her fair countenance, like a goodly banner,

Spreads in defiance of all enemies.

Was never in this world ought worthy tried,

Without some spark of such self-pleasing pride.

Edmund Spenser.

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SONNET.