O happy they that then the first are born,
While yet the world is in her vernall pride:
For old corruption quite away is worn
As metall pure so is her mold well tride.
Sweet dews, cool-breathing airs, and spaces wide
Of precious spicery wafted with soft wind:
Fair comely bodies goodly beautifi’d
Snow-limb’d, rose-cheek’d, ruby-lip’d, pearl-ted, star eyn’d
Their parts each fair in fit proportion all conbin’d.