A PRAISE OF HIS LADY
by: John Heywood? (1497-1580)
IVE place,
you ladies, and begone!
- Boast not yourselves at all!
- For here at hand approacheth one
- Whose face will stain you all.
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- The virtue of her lively looks
- Excels the precious stone;
- I wish to have none other books
- To read or look upon.
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- In each of her two crystal eyes
- Smileth a naked boy;
- It would you all in heart suffice
- To see that lamp of joy.
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- I think Nature hath lost the mould
- Where she her shape did take;
- Or else I doubt if Nature could
- So fair a creature make.
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- She may be well compared
- Unto the Phoenix
kind,
- Whose like was never seen or heard,
- That any man can find.
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- In life she is Diana chaste,
- In troth Penelopey;
- In word and eke in deed steadfast.
- --What will you more we say?
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- If all the world were sought so far,
- Who could find such a wight?
- Her beauty twinkleth like a star
- Within the frosty night.
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- Her rosial colour comes and goes
- With such a comely grace,
- More ruddier, too, than doth the rose,
- Within her lively face.
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- At Bacchus' feast none shall her meet,
- Ne at no wanton play,
- Nor gazing in an open street,
- Nor gadding as a stray.
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- The modest mirth that she doth use
- Is mix'd with shamefastness;
- All vice she doth wholly refuse,
- And hateth idleness.
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- O Lord! it is a world to see
- How virtue can repair,
- And deck in her such honesty,
- Whom Nature made so fair.
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- Truly she doth so far exceed
- Our women nowadays,
- As doth the jeliflower a weed;
- And more a thousand ways.
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- How might I do to get a graff
- Of this unspotted tree?
- --For all the rest are plain but chaff,
- Which seem good corn to be.
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- This gift alone I shall her give;
- When death doth what he can,
- Her honest fame shall ever live
- Within the mouth of man.
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"A Praise of his Lady"
was originally published in Tottel's Miscellany, 1557.
Although the authorship of this poem is uncertain, it is often
attributed to John Heywood. |
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