Classic Poem

Upon a Very fayer Lass

Fayrer She is by much
Than snow caps Caucasus noe hands ere smutch
The Rosy Morn doth Glowe
To see upon Her Lips ripe cherries growe
In Dimond Chaines she ties
To Her observance all Behoulders eyes
Fanning Continnuall Love unto Her Spies

And from Her Nobler Browe
Like to the Milky Way i'th'Sky or Bowe
Such high Bewitching Snares
She shoots, as Captivate All unawares
Whence Her Heads covrings fayer
More gracefull far than Bereneeces hayer
Which ore her milk white neck discheveld are

That haighten might desier
To Compass sight of that we but admire
Her Skin: which softer is
Than the Swans downe or the Segovian Fleece
The Lilly Laune soe thin
Her Body Cloaths softer than the worms spin
And Sphere like True all Her Dementions been

Now if she sing or speak
The Nightingale outsunge her hart doth break
And Orators struck dumm
With heering of their Eloquence orecome
In Equall rewes Teeth met
'Thin Her sweet mouth are in such order set
As th'Orients Pearle seems to them cunterfet

And from Her Breaths Perfume
The Ayre its Gumms and Spices doth assume:
Such fiery Beams doe move in
Her eyes that You'ld think for to carry Love in
Sh'had Borrowd Phebus carr;
That Bewty that Enflamd the Trojan warr
And Ilia — were but meteors to this Star.