No more shall visual ray of form acute
Affect her wondrous mien. Farewell those lips
Of sapphire tincture, gums of crocus die
Freed from th’ungrateful load of cumbrous teeth.
Mantle farewell, of grograin brown compos’d,
Studded with silver clasp in number plural:
With jacket short, so famous, tory red,
Not hemm’d, but bound about with good galloon
Of deepest mazarine (delightful hue!)
Farewell (I sighing speak) those non-such shoes