Quote#Beauty
Skin more pure than Ida’s snow
Quote byRichard Braithwaite · 1588–1673
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Mounting Hyperboles", The English Gentlewoman (1631).
English (original)
Skin more pure than Ida’s snow, Whiter far than Moorish milk, Sweeter than ambrosia too, Softer than the Paphian silk, Indian plumes or thistle-down, Or May-blossoms newly blown, Is my mistress rosy-pale, Adding beauty to her veil.
— Richard Braithwaite
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