My lady's presence makes the roses red, Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became, And her white hands in them this envy bred. (Read Related : Lovers Quotes)
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread, Because the sun's and her power is the same.
The violet of purple colour came. Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take; From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed. (Read Related : Sweet Quotes) The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers, Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.
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