The Spanish Kind are apt to please,
But sav’ring of the same Disease;
Of Dutch and French some few are comely,
The French are light, the Dutch are homely.
Let Tagus, Po, and Loire and Rhine,
Then veil unto my Valentine.
Here may be seen pure white and red,
Not by feign’s Art, but Nature wed,
No simp’ring Smiles, no mimic Face,
Affecture Gesture, or forc’d Grace,