To Clarastella admiring her black Eies and Hair

Let others Court the Cyprian Queen,
Gilt tresses, or the Amber skin!
Give me black eies and hair,
Presum'd the face be fair,
And a Seraphick soul within!

The Swan though black below, above
Is the white object of our love,
So is Juno's prouder bird,
For her black eies admir'd
And 'cause they are so; I yours approve,

Apelles limning a faire maid,
Let fall by chance his pen, and said
That though he meant it not,
Yet could not mend the blot,
It did expresse so rare a shade.

If shadowes best set forth a face,
Adorning it with beauties grace,
Then are you onely fair,
Whose form beyond compare,
Excels the birth of humane race.

In your bright eies decipher'd are
The Ev'ning and same morning star,
Sole Glorie of the Night,
Deckt with such raies of light,
No day can boast so rich by far.

The Lovers Torch doth burn most bright
Like Comets in the darkest night;
And the black Boy stil roves,
In sap and shadie groves,
And like you crowns Loves sweet delight.