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Henry Howard

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Òâîð÷³ñòü | Á³îãðàô³ÿ | Êðèòèêà

The Golden Gift that Nature Did Thee Give

The  golden  gift  that  Nature  did  thee  give
To  fasten  friends  and  feed  them  at  thy  will
With  form  and  favour,  taught  me  to  believe
How  thou  art  made  to  show  her  greatest  skill,
Whose  hidden  virtues  are  not  so  unknown
But  lively  dooms  might  gather  at  the  first:
Where  beauty  so  her  perfect  seed  hath  sown
Of  other  graces  follow  needs  there  must.
Now  certes,  lady,  since  all  this  is  true,
That  from  above  thy  gifts  are  thus  elect,
Do  not  deface  them  then  with  fancies  new,
Nor  change  of  minds  let  not  thy  mind  infect,
But  mercy  him,  thy  friend,  that  doth  thee  serve,
Who  seeks  alway  thine  honour  to  preserve.  


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