Question

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A praise of
his Love Analysis
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Answer 1

Answer:

place, ye lovers, here before

2That spent your boasts and brags in vain;

3My lady's beauty passeth more

4The best of yours, I dare well sayn,

5Than doth the sun the candle-light,

6Or brightest day the darkest night.

7And thereto hath a troth as just

8As had Penelope the fair;

9For what she saith, ye may it trust,

10As it by writing sealed were;

11And virtues hath she many mo

12Than I with pen have skill to show.

13I could rehearse, if that I wold,

14The whole effect of Nature's plaint,

15When she had lost the perfit mould,

16The like to whom she could not paint;

17With wringing hands, how she did cry,

18And what she said, I know it, I.

19I know she swore with raging mind,

20Her kingdom only set apart,

21There was no loss by law of kind,

22That could have gone so near her heart;

23And this was chiefly all her pain;

24She could not make the like again.

25Sith Nature thus gave her the praise,

26To be the chiefest work she wrought;

27In faith, methink, some better ways

28On your behalf might well be sought,

29Than to compare, as ye have done,

30To match the candle with the sun.

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