Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 1, 3
Like to the blacksome night I may compare
My Mistres gowne, when darknes playes his prise:
But her sweet face, like to the Sunne most faire,
When he in glory ginneth to arise.
Yet this no whit the other doth disgrace,
But rather dubleth Bewtie in the place.
Contraries like to these set opposite,
So daintie and so pleasing in their show
To lookers on, doo breed no small delight,
And pleasure great thereby to them doth grow.
Oh wonder strange, oh sollace sweete to see,
In one selfe subject Night and Day to bee.
My Mistres gowne, when darknes playes his prise:
But her sweet face, like to the Sunne most faire,
When he in glory ginneth to arise.
Yet this no whit the other doth disgrace,
But rather dubleth Bewtie in the place.
Contraries like to these set opposite,
So daintie and so pleasing in their show
To lookers on, doo breed no small delight,
And pleasure great thereby to them doth grow.
Oh wonder strange, oh sollace sweete to see,
In one selfe subject Night and Day to bee.
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