Faire Phœbus beames scarse reacheth halfe so farre
As did the rayes of my rare beautie bright:
As summer’s day exceedes blacke winter’s night,
So Shore’s wive’s face made foule Brownetta blush,
As pearle staynes pitch, or gold surmounts a rush.
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The damaske rose or Rosamond the faire,
That Henry held as deere as jewells be,
Who was kept close in cage from open ayre,
For beautie’s boast could scarse compare with me: