Inpurtured with fetures after your purpose, 1570
The streynes of her vaynes as asure inde blewe,
Enbudded with beautye and colour fresshe of hewe,
As lyly whyte to loke vpon her leyre,[837]
Her eyen relucent as carbuncle so clere,
Her mouthe enbawmed, dylectable and mery,
Her lusty lyppes ruddy as the chery:
Howe lyke you? ye lacke, syr, suche a lusty lasse.
Magn. A, that were a baby to brace and to basse!
I wolde I had, by hym that hell dyd harowe,