Phrene
Aonian sisters, help my Phræne's praise to tell,
Phræne, heart of my heart, with whom the Graces dwell;
For I surcharged am so sore that I not know
What first to praise of her, her brest, or neck of snow,
Her cheeks with roses spred, or her two sun-like eyes,
Her teeth of brightest pearl, her lips where sweetnes lies;
But those so praise themselves, being to all eyes set forth,
That, Muses, ye need not to say ought of their worth,
Than her white swelling paps essay for to make known,
But her white swelling paps through smallest vail are shown;
Yet she hath something else more worthy than the rest,
Not seen; go sing of that which lies beneath her brest,
And mounts like fair Parnasse, where Pegasse-well doth run:
Here Phræne stay'd my Muse, ere she had well begun.
Phræne, heart of my heart, with whom the Graces dwell;
For I surcharged am so sore that I not know
What first to praise of her, her brest, or neck of snow,
Her cheeks with roses spred, or her two sun-like eyes,
Her teeth of brightest pearl, her lips where sweetnes lies;
But those so praise themselves, being to all eyes set forth,
That, Muses, ye need not to say ought of their worth,
Than her white swelling paps essay for to make known,
But her white swelling paps through smallest vail are shown;
Yet she hath something else more worthy than the rest,
Not seen; go sing of that which lies beneath her brest,
And mounts like fair Parnasse, where Pegasse-well doth run:
Here Phræne stay'd my Muse, ere she had well begun.
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