To Corall too, and being cold yce will burne.
Why should thy sweete Loue-locke hang dangling downe,
Kissing thy girdle-steed with falling pride?
Although thy Skin be white, thy haire is browne:
Oh let not then thy haire thy beautie hide;
Cut off thy Locke, and sell it for gold wier:
(The purest gold is tryde in hottest fier).
Faire-long-haire-wearing Absolon was kild,
Because he wore it in a brauerie:
So that whiche gracde his Beautie, Beautie spild,