My Daphne's Haire is twisted Gold, <br />Bright starres a-piece her Eyes doe hold, <br />My Daphne's Brow inthrones the Graces, <br />My Daphne's Beauty staines all Faces, <br />On Daphne's Cheeke grow Rose and Cherry, <br />On Daphne's Lip a sweeter Berry, <br />Daphne's snowy Hand but touch'd does melt, <br />And then no heauenlier Warmth is felt, <br />My Daphne's voice tunes all the Spheres, <br />My Daphne's Musick charmes all Eares. <br />Fond am I thus to sing her prayse ; <br />These glories now are turn'd to Bayes.<br /><br />John Lyly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-daphne-to-the-lute/
