Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 2, 14

When first the Sunne did shine upon her eyes,
Who fairest mongst her beauteous Sex doth show,
The Heavens her daintie corps (in curteous wise)
Coverd with chilly cold, and whitest snow.
She (through the nature of that Humor cold)
Both coldest Ice (at once) and purest White
Drawes to her selfe: then none for strange should hold
Though to mee faire and cruell is her sight,
Since that the Heavens (for favours) did impart
A snow-white corps to her, and frozen hart.
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