Beauty is a lovely sweet, Where pure white and crimson meet. Join'd with favour of the face, Chiefest flow'r of female race. But if virtue might be seen, It would more delight the eyne.
Beauty is a lovely sweet, Where pure white and crimson meet. Join'd with favour of the face, Chiefest flow'r of female race. But if virtue might be seen, It would more delight the eyne.