For her own person, It beggared all description: she did lie... In her pavilion--cloth of gold, of tissue-- O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A feme may come, leaf-green, Whose coming may give revel... Beyond revelries of sleep, Yes, and the blackbird spread its tail, So that the sun may speckle, While it creaks hail.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »