To shrowd herselfe in my faire forme and port.

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No part amisse, when nature tooke such care

To set me out, as nought should be awry,

To fornish forth, in due proportion rare,

A peece of worke should please a prince’s eye:

O would to God, that boast might prove a lie!

For pride youth tooke in beautie’s borrowde trash,

Gave age a whippe, and left me in the lash.

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