Classic Poem

My mistress is a paragon,
The fairest fair alive:
Atrides and Aeacides
For fair less fair did strive.
Her colour fresh as damask rose,
Her breath as violet,
Her body white as ivory,
As smooth as polished jet,
As soft as down: and were she down
Jove might come down and kiss
A love so fresh, so sweet, so white,
So smooth, so soft, as this.