Glad Tidings to thee
my Duchess Divine.
Thy beauty, thine
elegance, thy civilised
demeanor and graceful
charm would each add
priceless value to
thy dowry.
A thousand Princes
would contend for
thine heart,
a thousand more
for thine hand
in marriage,
and at the command
of thy tender, loving
and mellifluous
voice, Venus and Mars
would each a truce
declare.
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