Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 1, 12

The Beautie that in Paradice doth grow,
Lively appeares in my sweet Goddesse face,
From whence (as from a christall River) flow
Favour devine, and comelines of grace.
But in her daintie (yet too cruell) Brest
More crueltie and hardnes doth abound,
Than doth in painfull Purgatorie rest:
So that (at once) she's faire and cruell found,
When in her face and breast, (ah griefe to tell)
Bright Heaven she showes, and craftie hides dark hell.
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