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Henry Howard - Geue Place Ye Louers, Here Before
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Geue place ye louers, here before  
 That spent your bostes and bragges in vaine:  
 My Ladies beawtie passeth more  
 The best of yours, I dare well sayen,  
 Than doth the sonne, the candle light:  
 Or brightest day, the darkest night.  
    
 And thereto hath a trothe as iust,  
 As had Penelope the fayre.  
 For what she saith, ye may it trust,  
 As it by writing sealed were.  
 And vertues hath she many moe,  
 Than I with pen haue skill to showe.  
    
 I coulde rehearse, if that I wolde,  
 The whole effect of natures plaint,  
 When she had lost the perfit mold,  
 The like to whom she could not paint:  
 With wringyng handes howe she dyd cry,  
 And what she said, I know it, I.  
    
 I knowe, she swore with ragyng mynd:  
 Her kingdom onely set apart,  
 There was no losse, by lawe of kind,  
 That could haue gone so nere her hart.  
 And this was chiefly all her payne:  
 She coulde not make the lyke agayne.  
    
 Sith nature thus gaue her the prayse,  
 To be the chiefest worke she wrought:  
 In faith, me thinke, some better waies  
 On your behalfe might well be sought,  
 Then to compare (as ye haue done)  
 To matche the candle with the sonne.
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