As the lily fair, and as the red gold brave.
A cambric cap upon her head sets well,
Which cost, at least, six ecus for an ell.
And underneath a fine coiffure of lace,
That like a lily's margin frames her face.
Her petticoat, so rounded and so gay,
Shines with a double silver cord's display.
A robe she wears as red as any coal,
And, oh, I love her in my inmost soul.
—Put money in your pocket, little fool,