Her lyppes softe and ruddy as a rose,
No hert on lyve but it wold him appose.
Wyth a lyttle pytte in her well-favored chynne;
Her necke longe as whyte as ony lylly,
With vaynes blew in which the blode ran inne;
Her paypes round and therto right prety;
Her armes sclender and of goodly body;
Her fingers small and therto right longe,
White as the milke, with blew vaynes among.
Her fete proper, she gartered well her hose,