When the Thessalian witches uttered
Their charmes to Luna, she wont to looke red:
So doe true vertues blush to heare their praise,
While the praisd Peacocke his gay plumes displayes.
But you may safely heare while safely I
Commend your wisedome, or your honestie:
For he that attributes to merits true
Deserved praise, payes vertue but her due.
(Ralph Knevet)
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