My Lady's coloured cheeks were like the damask roses, which clad in damask mantles spread the arbours, but thrice more pleasant were her sweet supposes, proceeding from her lips, where sweet love harbours, for viewing those, her cheeks and roses sprouting, the judgement of the sweetest breeds a doubting.
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