📚Of how many graces it had, Nature📖
Of how many graces it had, Nature
He made a beautiful and very rich treasure,
And with rubies and roses, snow and gold,
It formed sublime and angelic beauty.
He put the rubies in his mouth, and in purity
The beautiful face of roses, by whom I moor;
In the hair the value of the blond metal;
In the chest the snow in which the soul has lit.
But in his eyes he showed how much he could,
And made them a sun, where it clears
The light is brighter than the clear day.
Anyway, Madam, in your composure
She found out how much she knew
Of gold, roses, rubies, snow and pure light.
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