Of painted women’s faces
one found there few enough.
They wore upon their foreheads
bright bands of golden stuff,
Like costly chaplets fashion’d,
that thus their lovely hair
The wind should not dishevel:
’tis truth that I declare.
Of painted women’s faces
one found there few enough.
They wore upon their foreheads
bright bands of golden stuff,
Like costly chaplets fashion’d,
that thus their lovely hair
The wind should not dishevel:
’tis truth that I declare.