Zepheria :: :: University of Virginia Library

How shall I deck my loue in loues habiliment,
And her embellish in a right depaint?
Sith now is left nor Rose, nor Hyacint,
Each one their beauties with their hue acquaint.
The golden seeling of thy browes rich frame
Designes the proud pomp of thy faces architure:
Chrystall transparant casements to the same
Are thine eyes sunne, which doe the world depure,
Whose siluerie canopie gold wier fringes:
Thy brow the bowling place for Cupids eye,
Loues true-loue knots, and lilly-lozenges
Thy cheekes depaynten in an immortall dye.
If well thou limn'd art now by face immagerie,
Iudge how by life I then should pencill thee.