Beauties Idea

WHo would Perfections faire Idea see,
On pretty Cloris let him look with me;
White is her haire, her Teeth white, white her Skin,
Black be her Eyes, her Eye-brows Cupids Inne:
Her Locks, her Body, hands do long appeare,
But Teeth short, short her Wombe, and either Eare;
The space 'twixt Shoulders, Eyes are wide, Brow wide,
Strait Waste, the Mouth strait, and her virgin Pride.
Thick are her Lips, Thighs, with Bankes swelling there,
Her Nose is small, small Fingers, and her Haire:
Her sugred Mouth, her Cheekes, her Nailes be red,
Little her Foot, Brest little, and her Head.
Such Venus was, such was that Flame of Troy,
Such Cloris is, mine Hope, and only Joy.