The orient perle so clere, The whytnesse of her lere; The[433] lusty ruby ruddes Resemble the rose buddes; Her lyppes soft and mery Emblomed lyke the chery, It were an heuenly blysse Her sugred mouth to kysse. 1040 Her beautye to augment, Dame Nature hath her lent A warte vpon her cheke, Who so lyst to seke In her vysage a skar, That semyth from afar Lyke to the radyant star, All with fauour fret, So properly it is set: She is the vyolet, 1050 The daysy delectable, The columbine[434] commendable, The[435] ielofer amyable; [For][436] this most goodly floure, This blossom of fressh colour, So Jupiter me succour, She florysheth new and new In beaute and vertew: _Hac claritate gemina_ _O gloriosa fœmina,_ 1060 _Bonitatem fecisti cum servo tuo, domina,_ _Et ex præcordiis sonant præconia!_ And whan I perceyued Her wart and conceyued, It cannot be denayd But it was well conuayd, And set so womanly, And nothynge wantonly, But ryght conuenyently, And full congruently, 1070 As Nature cold deuyse, In most goodly wyse; Who so lyst beholde, It makethe louers bolde To her to sewe for grace, Her fauoure to purchase; The sker upon her chyn, Enhached[437] on her fayre skyn, Whyter than the swan, It wold make any man 1080 To forget deadly syn Her fauour to wyn; For this most goodly[438] floure, This blossom of fressh coloure, So Jupiter me socoure, She flouryssheth new and new In beaute and vertew: _Hac claritate gemina_ _O gloriosa fœmina,_ _Defecit in salutatione tua[439] anima mea;_ 1090 _Quid petis filio, mater dulcissima? babæ!_[440] Soft, and make no dyn, For now I wyll begyn To haue[441] in remembraunce Her goodly dalyaunce, And her goodly pastaunce: So sad and so demure, Behauynge her so sure, With wordes of pleasure She wold make to the lure 1100 And any man conuert To gyue her his hole hert. She made me sore amased Vpon her whan I gased, Me thought min hert was crased, My eyne were so dased; For this most goodly flour, This[442] blossom of fressh colour, So Jupyter me socour, She flouryssheth new and new 1110 In beauty and vertew: _Hac claritate gemina_ _O gloriosa fœmina,_ _Quomodo dilexi legem tuam, domina!_ _Recedant vetera, nova sint[443] omnia._ And to amende her tale, Whan she lyst to auale, And with her fyngers smale, And handes soft as sylke, Whyter than the[444] mylke, 1120 That are so quyckely vayned, Wherwyth my hand she strayned, Lorde, how I was payned! Vnneth I me refrayned,