A face made up
Out of no other shop
Than what nature’s white hand sets ope.
A cheek where grows
More than a morning rose
Which to no box his being owes.
Eyes that displace
The neighbor diamond and outface
That sunshine by their own sweet grace.
A face made up
Out of no other shop
Than what nature’s white hand sets ope.
A cheek where grows
More than a morning rose
Which to no box his being owes.
Eyes that displace
The neighbor diamond and outface
That sunshine by their own sweet grace.