(Which gazers eies into amazement led,
So curiously the workmanship was done,)
Lay faire Cassandra, in her snowie smocke,
Whose lips the Rubies and the pearles did locke.
And from her Iuory front hung dangling downe,
A bush of long and louely curled haire;
VVhose head impalled with a precious Crowne
Of orient Pearle, made her to seeme more faire:
And yet more faire she hardly could be thought,
Then Loue and Nature in her face had wrought.