Like Venus' eyes! And if the like have been,
Her eyes two radiant stars, but yet divine!
Her face day's sun (heaven all!) if once they shine!
Upon the left side of this heavenly feature,
In curious work, Nature hath set a seal,
Wherein is writ, This is a matchless creature!
Where Wit and Beauty strives for the appeal:
The Judges choosed are Love and Fancy. They rise,
And looking on her, with her, left their eyes!