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Her Skin was Lilly-White, and Black as Jet
Her Eye, transfixt the great [1]Plantagenet:
She first us'd Washes for the Neck and Face,
And binding Allom for another Place.
Malicious Fame reports her Hair was Red,
And that she smooth'd it with a Comb of Lead;
Howe'er it was, the Monarch lik'd her so,
He kept her where no Flesh alive could know,
Till jealous Nell (Oh Tale as sad as true!)
Found out her Lodging by the fatal Clue.
Nor should a Thousand more be left unsung,
Whom Story boasts as Beautiful and Young;
Who grac'd our Edwards, and our Henrys Days,
For want of Bards, depriv'd of half their Praise.


  1. King Henry II.

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