It was a beauty that I saw,—
  So pure, so perfect, as the frame
  Of all the universe were lame
To that one figure, could I draw,
Or give least line of it a law:
  A skein of silk without a knot!
A fair march made without a halt!
A curious...

Poet: Ben Jonson

From “An Hymne in Honor of Beautie”
SO every spirit, as it is most pure,
And hath in it the more of heavenly light,
So it the fairer bodie doth procure
To habit in, and it more fairly dight
With cheerfull grace and amiable sight;
For of the soule...

From the First Sestiad of “Hero and Leander”
ON Hellespont, guilty of true love’s blood,
In view and opposite two cities stood,
Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune’s might;
The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.
At Sestos Hero dwelt; Hero the fair,...