Classic Poem

What length of verse can serue braue Mopsa's good to show,
When vertues strange, and beauties' such as no man them may know?
Thus shrewdly burdened then, how can my Muse escape?
The gods must helpe, and precious things must serue to shew her shape.
Like great god Saturne faire, and like faire Venus chaste;
As smooth as Pan, as Iuno mild, like goddesse Iris fac't;
With Cupid she foresees, and goes god Vulcan's pace,
And for a taste of all these gifts, she steales god Momus' grace:
Her forehead iacinth like, her cheeks of opall hue,
Her twinkling eyes bedect with pearle, her lips as saphir blew;
Her haire like crapal stone, her mouth O heauenly wide;
Her skin like burnisht gold, her hands like siluer vre untride;
As for her parts vnknowne, which hidden sure are best,
Happy be they which well beleeue, and neuer seeke the rest.