Quote#Nature
I saw faire Cloris walke alone
Quote byWilliam Strode · 1600–1645
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "On a Gentlewoman walking in the Snowe" in W. Porter’s Madrigals and Airs (1632).
English (original)
I saw faire Cloris walke alone Where feather’d rayne came softly downe, And Jove descended from his tower To court her in a silver shower; The wanton snowe flewe to her breast Like little birds into their nest, And overcome with whiteness there For griefe it thaw’d into a teare, Thence falling on her garment’s hemme For greife it freez’d into a gemme.
— William Strode
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