Lucasta | ||
In English.
[Vain Painter why dost strive my face to draw]
Vain Painter why dost strive my face to draw,With busy hands a Goddesse eyes nere saw:
Daughter of Air and Wind; I do rejoyce
In empty shouts (without a mind) a Voice.
Within your ears shrill echo I rebound,
And if you'l paint me like, then paint a sound.
Lucasta | ||