IDENTILIN$$ F017B43/ BL Sloane 542 (ff.53v-54)/TJS/mf/6-24-91/cor GAS/o/7-25-92 017.B43.0HE A praise of a browne lasse 017.B43.001 Marry a love thy fflavia for shee 017.B43.002 Hath all things wherby others beauties bee 017.B43.003 ffor thoughe her eie be smale, her mouth is greate 017.B43.004 Thoughe they be Ivory, yet her teethe are Iett 017.B43.005 Thoughe they be dimme yet she is light Inoughe, 017.B43.006 And thoughe her harsh haire faile her skin is rough 017.B43.007 W%5t%6 though her skinne be yeallow, her haire is red; 017.B43.008 Giue her thine, & she hath a maidenheade 017.B43.009 These things ar beauties elements; where these 017.B43.010 Meete in one y%5t%6 must needes as p%Pfect please 017.B43.011 If red, & white & each god quality 017.B43.012 Be in the wench nere aske wher they doe lie. 017.B43.013 In buying things p%Pfumde we aske if there 017.B43.014 Be muske & amber in it; but not where. 017.B43.015 Though all her p%Ptes be not in'th'vsuall place 017.B43.016 Shee hath the Anagrame of a good face 017.B43.017 If we should the letters but one way 017.B43.018 In that leane dearth of words w%5t%6 might we say 017.B43.019om 017.B43.020om 017.B43.021om 017.B43.022om 017.B43.023om 017.B43.024om 017.B43.025om 017.B43.026om 017.B43.027om 017.B43.028om 017.B43.029 Women are all like Angels & the faire 017.B43.030om 017.B43.031 Like the goode Angells nothing can impaire 017.B43.032om 017.B43.033 ffor one nights revells silke & gold we chuse 017.B43.034 But in long iournies cloth & leather vse 017.B43.035 Beauty is barren oft but husbands say 017.B43.036 There the best lande where is the fowlest way 017.B43.037 And w%5t%6 a soveraing plaister will shee bee 017.B43.038 If thy past sinnes hath taught thee iealousy 017.B43.039 Heere needs no spies nor Eunuch, her commit 017.B43.040 Safe to %Ythey%Z thy foes, yea to the Marmoset 017.B43.041 When Belgias citties there round countries drowe 017.B43.042 That durty foulness armes & guards the towne 017.B43.043 So doth her face arme her & so for thee [f.54 017.B43.044 W%5ch%6 by occasion absent oft maiest bee 017.B43.045 Shee whose face like the clouds turnes day to night 017.B43.046 That mightier then the seas makes moors seeme white 017.B43.047 Whome thoughe 7 years she in the streete hath laide 017.B43.048 A Nunnery durst receive receive & thinke a maide 017.B43.049 And though in childbed laboure shee did lie 017.B43.050 Midwives would sweare twere but a Timpany 017.B43.051 Whome if shee accuse her self Ile creddit less 017.B43.052 Then witches w%5ch%6 impossibles confesse.| 017.B43.053om 017.B43.054om 017.B43.055om 017.B43.056om 017.B43.0SSom 017.B43.0$$ %1no ind; no gaps for missing lines%2