1And is thy love so wondrous fair?
Hersilia’s shining hair;
Juno’s count’nance; Pallas’s eye,
5In love’s story dost thou find
Cupid with one glance struck blind?
7Doth her cheeks excel
8And her fragrant breath sweet
Venus’s ruby lips and smile,
Stoic would beguile?
Galatea’s neck and breast
Idalia’s boy doth rest?
13Doth her shoulders
Pygmalion’s ivory lass?
15Doth her elegant sweet speeches
16Most command when she beseeches?
Diana, tall and chaste,
18And as slender when embraced?
19Doth her beauty
the spheres stand still and hearken
quavers on the viol?
22Like the sunbeams on the
23Doth she govern fate and chance?
24To her music doth time dance?
25And when she doth touch a lute,
Muses all stand mute?
27Is she of
28Are her limbs wrapped up in
29Her hidden parts like
as coy as Amphitrite?
32And after her a-wooing ride.