Classic Poem

Painter, in lively colours draw Disdaine.
Doost aske how that may rightly shadowed bee?
Ile tell thee, if thou (fine) wilt doo the same,
My Ladie paint, and thou Disdaine shalt see.
Fond man, dost not beleeve? or thinkst I jest?
If doubtfull thou remaine, then heare the rest.
Marke her but well, and thou shalt in her face
See right Disdaine, which comming from her eyes,
Makes her to looke with most disdainfull grace:
Then if thou seest it in so plaine a guise,
Straight shadow her: for this one Counterfaite
Of her and of Disdaine shall show the shape.