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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
Sir H. Wotton
LXXXIV. Elizabeth of Bohemia
YOU meaner beauties of the night, 
  Which poorly satisfy our eyes 
More by your number than your light, 
  You common people of the skies,— 
What are you, when the Moon shall rise?         5
Ye violets that first appear, 
  By your pure purple mantles known 
Like the proud virgins of the year, 
  As if the spring were all your own,— 
What are you, when the Rose is blown?  10
Ye curious chanters of the wood 
  That warble forth dame Nature's lays, 
Thinking your passions understood 
  By your weak accents,—what's your praise 
When Philomel her voice doth raise?  15
So when my Mistress shall be seen 
  In sweetness of her looks and mind, 
By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, 
  Tell me, if she were not design'd 
Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?  20

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