Vnder her orellettes / her golden heere well tressed

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 About her necke whyte as ony lyly

A prety chayne of the fynest golde

Some lynkes with grene enameled truely

And some were blacke / the whiche I dyde beholde

The vaynes blewe / in her fayre necke well tolde

With her swete vysage tydynges to my herte

That sodynly my thoughtes were asterte

 Her gowne was golde / of the clothe of tyssewe

With armyns poudred / and wyde sleues pendaunt

Her kyrtell grene of the fyne satyn newe

To bere her longe trayne / was well attendaunt

Gentyll dame dylygence / neuer varyaunt

Than as touchynge her noble stature

I thynke there can be / no goodlyer creature

 As of her aege / so tendre and grene

Fayre / gracyous / prudent / and louynge humylyte

Her vertue shyneth / beynge bryght and shene

In her is nether pryde ne sybtylte

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