That goe to loose their owne to purchase but The breath of others and the common voyce; Them that will loose their hearing for a sound, That by death onely seeke to get a living, Make skarrs there beautie and count losse of Limmes

But thou, then wrangling Juno farre more fayre, Stayning the evening beautie of the Skie Or the dayes brightnesse, shall make glad thy Caesar, Shalt make him proud such beauties to Inioy.

What shame is't to be mastred by such beautie?

She peepeth forth, forsakes not yet her cheekes; Her breath, that like a hony-suckle smelt, Twining about the prickled Eglintine, Yet moves her lips; those quicke and piercing eyes, That did in beautie challenge heaven's eyes,[80] Yet shine as they were wont.

Answerd her beautie; this their opinion staid.

And yet no Goddesse nor of heauenly kinde She is, whose beautie thus torments my minde; No Fayrie Nymph that haunts these pleasaunt woods, No Goddesse of the flowres, the fields, nor floods: Yet such an one whom iustly I may call A Nymph as well as any of them all.

I am not one that haunts on hills or Rocks, I am no shepheard wayting on my flocks, I am no boystrous Satyre, no nor Faune, That am with pleasure of thy beautie drawne: Thou dost not know, God wot, thou dost not know The wight whose presence thou disdainest so.

This straungers beautie beares away my prize.

Since that I sawe this gardine wasted quite, That where it was scarce seemed anie sight; 530 That I, which once that beautie did beholde, Could not from teares my melting eyes with-holde.

Most brave and noble Ladie, the things that make ye so much honored of the world as ye bee are such as (without my simple lines testimonie) are throughlie knowen to all men; namely, your excellent beautie, your vertuous behavior, and your noble match with that most honourable Lord, the verie paterne of right nobilitie.

The beautie of the world hath lately wasted, And those fresh buds, which wont so faire to flowre, Hath marred quite, and all their blossoms blasted; 250 And those yong plants, which wont with fruit t'abound, Now without fruite or leaves are to be found.

Faire Cytheree, the mother of delight And queene of beautie, now thou maist go pack; For lo!

Why, the world With all her beautie was by painting made.

Looke on the sommer fields adorn'd with flowers, How much is natures painting honour'd there? Looke in the Mynes, and on the Easterne shore, Where all our Mettalls and deare Jems are drawne, Thogh faire themselves made better by their foiles: Looke on that little world, the twofold man, Whose fairer parcell is the weaker still, And see what azure vaines in stream-like forme Divide the Rosie beautie of the skin.

Could my childes beautie moove you so, my lord, When Lawe and dutie held it in restraint, And now (they both allowe it) be neglected? Lass.

How is thy beautie changed since our departure!

You have sworne, to be forsworne: He was no well disposed friend of yours That gave you consaile [sic] to forsweare such beautie.

O beyond all comparison of beautie.

Thou might'st bee proud, great Lord, of my abundance, For in this beautie I shall more renowne Our noble progenie then all the pennes Of the best Poets that ere writ of men.

Thus am I hourely visited by friends; Beautie's a counsellor that wants no fee.

And so are all that doe behold thy beautie.

She is rich in jewells, and hath store of treasure Got by the slavery of that choice beautie Which otherwise admires her to the world.

I never saw a beautie more divine Grossely deform'd by her notorious lust.

Nature unto her selfe is too unkind To buzze such scruples into Fredericks minde; Twas a device of man to avoid selfe love, Else every pleasure in one stocke should move, Beautie in grace part never from the kinne.

Another as she goes treads a Canarie pace, Jets it so fine and minces so demure As mistris Bride upon her marriage day; Her heels are Corke, her body Atlas, Her Beautie bought, her soule an Atomus.