Phraene

A Onian Sisters help my Phraenes Praise to tell,
Phraene heart of my heart, with whom the Graces dwell,
For I surcharged am so sore that I not know
What first to praise of … Brest, or Neck of Snow,
Her Cheeks with Roses spred, or her two Sun-like Eyes,
Her teeth of brightest pearl, her lips where Sweetnes lies:
But those so praise themselves, being to all Eyes set forth,
That Muses ye need not to say ought of their Worth,
Then her white swelling Paps essay for to make known,
But her white swelling paps through smallest vail are shown;
Yet She hath something else more worthy than the rest
Not seen go sing of that which lies beneath her brest,
And mounts like fair Parnasse, where Pegasse well doth run;
Here Phraene stay'd my Muse ere she had well begun.