Lo , thou, my love, art fair;
Myself hath made thee so:
Yea, thou art fair indeed,
Wherefore thou shalt not need
In beauty to despair;
For I accept thee so,
For fair.

For fair, because thine eyes
Are like the culvers' white,
Whose simpleness in deed
AlLothers do exceed:
Thy judgement wholly lies
In true sense of sprite