"So what shall I therefore about thee write,
That'll stand with strength beside nature's splendour,
Thy heav'nly hues which portraits chimney white,
Or soul, embeded with most-graced savour".
"What priceless wealth as beauty thou beholds,
That poets wherefore be espoused to more words,
Perchance a vast'r miraged feels to thy holds,
That meaners men should therefore vaunt with words".
"But when in mind of mine these thoughts arrive,
With blessed words that bids me 'o dear vent'
Neither in foulery conceit shall i strive,
But 'pparel gilded with silvery consent".
"Thy earthly saint, be bluer than even'ing skies.
Might them, but i shalln't thee adorn with lies".
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By: AMAZU DONALD MARIO IFEANYI
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