Her Sparkling Eyes

[Edward to Lacy]

[I tell thee, Lacy, that]

—Her sparkling eyes

Do lighten forth sweet love's alluring fire;

And in her tresses she doth fold the looks

Of such as gaze upon her golden hair.

Her bashful white, mix'd with the morning's red,

Luna doth boast upon her lovely cheeks.

Her front is beauty's table, where she paints

The glories of her gorgeous excellence;

Her teeth are shelves of precious margarites,

Richly enclos'd with ruddy coral cleaves.