Amoretti LXXXI: Fayre Is My Love, When Her Fayre Golden Heares Comments
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Fayre is my love, when her fayre golden heares,
With the loose wynd ye waving chance to marke:
Fayre when the rose in her red cheekes appears,
Or in her eyes the fyre of love does sparke.
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