Behold her lockes like wiers of beaten gold, <br />her eies like starres that twinkle in the skie, <br />Her heauenly face not framd of earthly molde, <br />Her voice that sounds Apollos melodie, <br />The miracle of time, the [whole] worlds storie, <br />Fortunes Queen, Loues treasure, Natures glory. <br /> <br />No flattering hope she likes, blind Fortunes bait <br />nor shadowes of delight, fond fansies glasse, <br />Nor charmes that do inchant, false artes deceit, <br />nor fading ioyes, which time makes swiftly pas <br />But chast desires which beateth all these downe ; <br />A Goddesse looke is worth a Monarchs crowne. <br /> <br />Goddesse and Monarch of [t]his happie Ile, <br />vouchsafe this bow which is an huntresse part : <br />Your eies are arrows though they seeme to smile <br />which neuer glanst but gald the stateliest hart, <br />Strike one, strike all, for none at all can flie, <br />They gaze you in the face although they die.<br /><br />John Lyly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dittie/
