My mistress is as faire as fine,
milkwhite fingers, Cherry nose,
like twinckling daystarres lookes her eyne,
Lightning all things where she goes,
Faire as Phoebe though not so fickle:
smooth as glass though not so brickle
My heart is like a ball of snowe,
Melting at her lukewarm sight:
Her fiery lips like nightworms glowe,
Shining cleere as candlelight.
Neat she is, no feather lighter:
Bright she is, no dazie whiter