Some the quicke eye commends ;
      Some swelling lips and red ;
      Pale lookes haue many friends,
      Through sacred sweetnesse bred.                         10
Medowes haue flowers that pleasure moue,
Though Roses are the flowres of loue.

      Free beauty is not bound
      To one vnmoued clime :
      She visits eu'ry ground,
      And fauours eu'ry time.
Let the old loues with mine compare,
My sou'raigne is as sweet, and fayre.