Classic Poem

Her stature like the tall straight cedar-trees,
Whose stately bulks do fame th' Arabian groves;
A pace like princely Juno when she brav'd
The Queen of Love 'fore Paris in the vale;
A front beset with Love and courtesy;
A face like modest Pallas when she blush'd
A silly shepherd should be beauty's judge;
A lip sweet ruby-red, grac'd with delight;
A cheek wherein for interchange of hue
A wrangling strife 'twixt lily and the rose;
Her eyes two twinckling stars in winter nights,
When chilling frost doth clear the azur'd sky;
Her hair of golden hue doth dim the beams
That proud Apollo giveth from his coach;
The Gnidian doves, whose white and snowy pens
Do stain the silver-streaming ivory,
May not compare with those two moving hills
Which, topp'd with pretty teats, discover down a vale,
Wherein the God of Love may deign to sleep;
A foot like Thetis when she tripp'd the lands
To steal Neptune's favor with her steps;
A piece, despite of beauty fram'd,
To show what Nature's lineage could afford.