Fair is my Love, when her fair golden hairs
With the loose wind ye waving chance to mark;
Fair, when the rose in her red cheeks appears;
Or in her eyes the fire of love does spark

Fair, when her breast, like a rich-laden bark
With precious merchandise she forth doth lay;
Fair, when that cloud of price, which oft doth dark
Her goodly light, with smiles she drives away

But fairest she, when so she doth display
The gate with pearls and rubies richly dight
Through which her words so wise do make their way
To bear the message of her gentle sprite
The rest be works of nature's wonderment:
But this the work of hearts' astonishment