And form’d so lively on each perfect part,
That to all ladies, who have it protest,
Needs but behold the pourtraict of her part,
If pourtray’d it might be by any living art;
But living art may not least part expresse,
Nor life-resembling pencil it can paint,
All it were Zeuxis or Praxiteles—
His dædale hand would faile and greatly faynt,
And her perfections with his error taynt;
Ne poet’s wit that passeth painter farre—