3580Would Jove the mount had barren been of stones
Whereof old Pyrrha fram'd the female bones!
Would Sea's daughter, that same queen of faces,
Her alabaster box would deign to me,
Once Phao's ferry pay that gave such graces,
Which till that time the sun did never see.
That I not only might, as others are,
Be counted comely, but o' th' fairest fair.
Then would I sleight those formal tricks of love,
Those sighs, tears, vows, complaints, and folded arms;