A plesaunt pray entiseth many a thiefe.
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Thus woe to thee that wrought my peacock’s pryde,
By clothing mee with nature’s tapestry:
Woe worth the hewe wherein my face was dyde,
Which made mee thinke I pleased euery eye:
Like as the sterres make men beholde the skye,
So beautye’s showe doth make the wise full fond,
And brings free harts full oft to endlesse bond.
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