II - She of him:
He would have a hand as soft 
As the Downe, and shew it off;
Skin as smooth as any rush, 
And so thin to see a blush 
Rising through it e're it came:
All his blood should be a flame, 
Quickly fired as in beginners 
In love's School, and yet no sinners.

Nor o'erpraise, nor yet condemn;
Nor outvallew, nor contemne;
Nor doe wrongs, nor wrongs receave;
Nor tie knots, nor knots unweave;
And from baseness to be free, 
As he durst love truth and me.
Such a man, with evry part, 
I could give my very heart