John Reynolds. 16th Cent.
SAY, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil,
With Violet blue;
Since you have seen the beauty of
And eke her view;
Did not her sight (fair sight!) you lonely fill,
With sweet delight
grace and angels sacred teint1
In fine, most bright?
Say, golden Primrose, sanguine Cowslip fair,
With Pink most fine;
Since you beheld the visage
of my dear,
And eyes divine;
Did not her globy front, and glistering hair,
With cheeks most sweet,
like damask flowers appear,
The gods to greet?
Say, snow-white Lily, speckled Gillyflower,
With Daisy gay;
Since you have viewed the Queen
of my desire,
In her array;
Did not her ivory paps, fair Venus bower,
With heavenly glee,
A Junos grace, conjure you to
Her face to see?
Say Rose, say Daffodil, and Violet blue,
With Primrose fair,
Since ye have seen my nymphs
sweet dainty face
And gesture rare,
Did not (bright Cowslip, blooming Pink) her view
(White Lily) shine
Gillyflower, ah Daisy!) with a grace
Like stars divine?
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