... if Gold, her locks are finest gold on ground ...

" Ye tradeful merchants, that with weary toil

do seek most precious things to make your gain,

and both the Indias of their treasures spoil,

what needeth you to seek so far in vain?

For loe my love doth in herself contain

all this world's riches that may far be found,

of Saphires, loe her eyes be saphires plain,

if Rubies, loe her lips be rubies sound:

 

if Pearls, her teeth be pearls both pure and round:

if Ivory, her forehead ivory ween;

if Gold, her locks are finest gold on ground;

if Silver, her fair hands are silver sheen.

But that which fairest is, but few behold,

her mind adorned with vertues manifold."

 

Edmund Spencer (1552-1599), Amoretti - Sonnet XV

 

My garden

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