Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it, For that your self ye daily such doe see: But the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit, And vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me. For all the rest, how ever fayre it be, Shall turne to nought and loose that glorious hew: But onely that is permanent and free From frayle corruption, that doth flesh ensew. That is true beautie: that doth argue you To be divine and borne of heavenly seed: Deriv'd from that fayre Spirit, from whom al true And perfect beauty did at first proceed. He onely fayre, and what he fayre hath made, All other fayre lyke flowres untymely fade. . Edmund Spenser
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Picture a flower, each petal of the flower is a different color. You can say that the flower is made of red petals, yellow petals, black petals, etc. Do you see? Each color has its own beauty, but there is no one color that stands out more than another. That one color that stands out is perfect and beautiful.

That one color that stands out the most is called the “true” color. The true color was first created by the perfect being. That being is pure and good because he possesses all colors at once.

The true color of the flower is white. The rest of the colors are distortions or imperfections of the pure white color.

Source: Amoretti And Epithalamion

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