Fair lady, when you see the grace
  Of beauty in your looking-glass;
  A stately forehead, smooth and high,
  And full of princely majesty;
  A sparkling eye no gem so fair,
  Whose lustre dims the Cyprian star;
  A glorious cheek, divinely sweet,
  Wherein both roses kindly meet;
  A cherry lip that would entice
  Even gods to kiss at any...
