Find written in the [margent] of his eyes.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
To beautify him, only lacks a [cover;]
The fish [lives in the sea], and 'tis much pride
For fair without the fair within to hide.
That book in [many's] eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
So shall you share all that he doth possess,
By having him making yourself no less.
Speak briefly, can you [like of] Paris' love?