Classic Poem

Carnation, whit and watchede .

I saue of late a Ladie weare a shoo
that was as white as any dryven snowe
Her softe sylke hose was off Carnation hewe
and this She ware because the worlde should know
Shee dyd desire a virgins stepps to treade
this with those collours Shee her fancye fedd

The gartyer which did strayne her tender kne
by spetiall grace myn eyes did lyckewise vewe
But more then that (oh griefe) I might not see
whereof the colloure was a watched blewe
And laboure loste that garters meanynge was
to such as soughte above the same to passe.
Yett some perhapps will deme this but a jeste
and say with all shee never ment so much
But yow your selfe (faire mistres) knowe it beste
that in too collours I the truth did tuche
But yff your watched garter ment nott so
that faulte Ile mende, iff I the proofe may know.