Parthenophil and Parthenophe - Part 45

Sweet bewties rose in whose fayre purple leaues
Loues Queene in richest ornament doth lye,
Whose graces were they not too sweet and hye
Might here be seen, but since their sight bereaues
All sences, he that endlesse bottome weaues
Which did Penelope, who that shall trye.
Then wonder and in admiration dye
At nature-passing natures holy frame:
Her bewtie thee reuiues, thy muse vpheaues
To draw caelestiall spirite from the skyes
To prayse the worke and worker whence it came:
This spirite drawne from heauen of thy fayre eyes
Whose guilded cognissance left in mine hart,
Shewes me thy faithfull seruant to my smart.
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