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As Beauty is of all the world admired,
Obscurity no longer her could hide.
That morn a maiden washing by the brook:
That eve a Prince's bride.
In humble state how different from the rest?
When Fortune came they noted her how rare.
Attendants then she had to tire her hair,
And aiding hands arranged her silken vest.
Her Lord's love sought to aid her beauty fair:
In her all flaw his tenderness would hide
Might not attend her in her chariot there.
When she their busy offices declined,
They, that they could not frown like her, repined.