Hymne XII: To her Picture

Extreame was his Audacitie;
Little his Skill that finisht thee,
I am asham'd and Sorry,
So dull her counterfait should be,
And she so full of glory.

But here are colours red and white,
Each lyne, and each proportion right;
These Lynes, this red, and whitenesse,
Haue wanting yet a life and light,
A Maiestie, and brightnesse.

Rude counterfait, I then did erre,
Euen now, when I would needes inferre,
Great boldnesse in thy maker:
I did mistake, he was not bold;
Nor durst his eyes her eyes behold;
And this made him mistake her.