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| SQUIRE ADAM had two wives, they say, | |
| Two wives had he, for his delight, | |
| He kissed and clypt them all the day | |
| And clypt and kissed them all the night. | |
| Now Eve like ocean foam was white | 5 |
| And Lilith roses dipped in wine, | |
| But though they were a goodly sight | |
| No lady is so fair as mine. | |
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| To Venus some folk tribute pay | |
| And Queen of Beauty she is hight, | 10 |
| And Sainte Marie the world doth sway | |
| In cerule napery bedight. | |
| My wonderment these twain invite, | |
| Their comeliness it is divine, | |
| And yet I say in their despite, | 15 |
| No lady is so fair as mine. | |
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| Dame Helen caused a grievous fray, | |
| For love of her brave men did fight, | |
| The eyes of her made sages fey | |
| And put their hearts in woeful plight | 20 |
| To her no rhymes will I indite, | |
| For her no garlands will I twine, | |
| Though she be made of flowers and light | |
| No lady is so fair as mine. | |
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L’ENVOI Prince Eros, Lord of lovely might, | 25 |
| Who on Olympus dost recline, | |
| Do I not tell the truth aright? | |
| No lady is so fair as mine. | |
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