Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
Giles Farnaby
My Lady's coloured cheeks were like the damask roses
Which clad in damask mantles spread the arbours
But thrice more pleasant were her sweet supposes
Proceeding from her lips, where sweet love harbours
For viewing those, her cheeks and roses sprouting
The judgement of the sweetest breeds adoubting
My lady’s colored cheeks was written by Giles Farnaby.