Poetry Collection

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The ladie went with her in salutation sweete;But when they cam within the garden, and saw how fair was it.There stood a faire rose tree, shapen like to royall briar;All yed and whitee, and yet of blew the radieste;Whose branches made a little bush, all budded as faireAs any ladyes head or hand in christendome or terre.Under that bush she saw a paire of precious stones:The first a diamond bright, the next a ruby red,That gave such lighte as it should nevere be sett on honde.By whose shine she wox so proud, and stird her selfe aloft,That had no cause till then, that euer longed to have sightOf that rare beauty and great worth thereof she thoughtte;And called herself most faire, because that bush was clearely fayr,Yet was she not contented therewith for to saynaye;