Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 1, 25
White was the orient pearle, which on a day
That hand me gave, which scornes the proud compare
Of purest white, and beares the palme away,
As of all pearly faires the orientst faire:
And whilst she offred unto mee the same,
I knew not which the pearle was of the twaine.
So white the hand was of my peerlesse Pearle,
As it did dazle with delight mine eyes,
And pearle seemd to me, giving me the pearle:
Which made me sighing say (in whispring wise)
Ah why once may I not so happie bee
This Pearle to have, which th'other gives to mee?
That hand me gave, which scornes the proud compare
Of purest white, and beares the palme away,
As of all pearly faires the orientst faire:
And whilst she offred unto mee the same,
I knew not which the pearle was of the twaine.
So white the hand was of my peerlesse Pearle,
As it did dazle with delight mine eyes,
And pearle seemd to me, giving me the pearle:
Which made me sighing say (in whispring wise)
Ah why once may I not so happie bee
This Pearle to have, which th'other gives to mee?
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