Her Gentle Beauty. This passeth yeer by yeer, and day by day, That Emilie, that fairer was to seene Than is the lilie on hire stalkes grene, And frescher than the May with floures newe; I wot which was the fyner of hem two. And as aungel hevenly sche song. Glorious in her Beauty. Can you paint a thought? or number Every fancy in a slumber? Chaucer. Can you count soft minutes roving Sooner do both that and this, All loves, all hearts, Greater than those or they Do, shall, and must obey. John Ford. Her stature like the tall straight cedar-trees, Whose stately bulks do fame th' Arabian groves; A pace like princely Juno, when she braved A foot like Thetis when she tripp'd the sands To show what Nature's lineage could afford. Robert Greene. Her Beauty and Goodness combined. Beauty and she are one, for in her face Sits sweetness temper'd with majestic grace; Such powerful charms as might the proudest awe, Yet such attractive goodness as might draw The humblest, and to both give equal law. Duke. In her Modest Beauty. And thou, Amanda, come, pride of my song, Thomson. |