Servant of his mistress

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

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