If all were Day, how could a lover rest?
Or if all Night, lovers were too much blest!
Both fair, as eke their bodies tall and slender:
Both wise, yet silence shews their modesty:
Both grave, although they both are young and tender:
Both humble hearted, not in policy.
So fair, wise, grave, and humble are esteemed;
Yet what men see, the worst of them is deemed!
Nature that made them fair, doth love perfection.
What Youth counts wisdom, Age doth bring to trial.