For if I shall all fully her discryve,
Her hede was round, by compace of nature,
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Her here as gold,—she passed all on-lyve,—
And lily forhede had this crëature,
With lovelich browes, flawe, of colour pure,
Bytwene the which was mene disseveraunce
From every brow, to shewe[n] a distaunce.
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Her nose directed streight, and even as lyne,