By: Jaymee Volante and Anna Pacheco
Who, in her smiling, modest was and coy;
Her great oath was but "By Saint Eloy!"
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She was so charitable and piteous
That she would weep if she saw a mouse
Caught in a trap, though it were dead or bled.
She had some little dogs, two, that she fed
Her nose was fine; her eyes were blue as glass;
Her mouth was small and therewith soft and red;
But certainly she had a fair forehead
A string of beads and gauded all with green;
And therefrom hung a brooch of golden sheen
At table she had been well thought withal,
And never from her lips let morsels fall,
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And fair she spoke her French, and fluently,
After the school of Stratford-At-The- Bow,
For French of Paris was not hers to know.