Lovely Chloris though thine eyes
far outshine the jewels of the skies;
that grace which all admire in thee,
no nor the beauties of thy brest,
which far outblaze the rest,
might e're compared be to my fidelity.

Those alluring smiles that place
An eternall April on thy face;
Such as no Sun did ever see,
No nor the Treasures of thy brest,
Which far outblaze the rest,
Might e're compared be to my Fidelitie.