And Who Has Seen a Fair Alluring Face

And who has seen a fair alluring face,
A lusty girl yclad in quaint array,
Whose dainty hand makes music with her lace,
And tempts thy thoughts, and steals thy sense away;

Who has beheld fair Venus in her pride
Of nakedness, all alabaster white,
In ivory bed, strait laid by Mars her side,
And hath not been enchanted by the sight;

To wish to dally and to offer game,
To coy, to court, et cetera to do;
(Forgive me, Chasteness, if in terms of shame,
To thy renown, I paint what 'longs thereto.)
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