From Tuscan came my lady`s worthy race; Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat. The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber`s cliffs, did give her lively heat. Foster`d she was with milk of Irish breast; Her sire an earl, her dame of princes` blood. From tender years in Britain she doth rest With a king`s child, where she tastes ghostly food. Hunsdon did first present her to mine eyen; Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight; Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine; And Windsor, alas, doth chase me from her sight. Beauty her mate, her virtues from above: Happy is he that may obtain her love.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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