Tush, Lacie, she is Beauties overmatch,
If thou survaist her curious imagerie.[1276]
Lacie. I grant, my lord, the damsell is as faire
As simple Suffolks homely towns can yeeld:
But in the court be quainter[1277] dames than she, 65
Whose faces are enricht with honours taint,[1278]
Whose bewties stand upon the stage of fame,
And vaunt their trophies in the Courts of Love.
Edw. Ah, Ned, but hadst thou watcht her as my self,
And seene the secret bewties of the maid, 70