MY MISTRESS IS AS FAIR AS FINE

My mistress is as fair as fine,

Milk-white fingers, cherry nose.

Like twinkling day-stars look her eyne,

Lightening all things where she goes.

Fair as Phoebe, though not so fickle,

Smooth as glass, though not so brickle.

My heart is like a ball of snow

Melting at her lukewarm sight;

Her fiery lips like night-worms glow,

Shining clear as candle-light.

Neat she is, no feather lighter;

Bright she is, no daisy whiter.