YE tradefull Merchants that with weary toyle, <br />do seeke most pretious things to make your gain: <br />and both the Indias of their treasures spoile, <br />what needeth you to seeke so farre in vaine? <br />For loe my loue doth in her selfe containe <br />all this worlds riches that may farre be found, <br />if Saphyres, loe her eies be Saphyres plaine, <br />if Rubies, loe hir lips be Rubies found: <br />If Pearles, hir teeth be pearles both pure and round; <br />if Yuorie, her forhead yuory weene; <br />if Gold, her locks are finest gold on ground; <br />if siluer, her faire hands are siluer sheene, <br />But that which fairest is, but few behold, <br />her mind adornd with vertues manifold.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xv-2/
