Sed frigida pulchra

LESBIA, that dost th' Elysian Rose excell,
Or Cyprian Goddesse, for a beauteous grace;
Forgiue me, here that I so plainlie tell,
My loues long errors, wandring in thy face:
Thy face that takes, like that Daedalian maze,
All eies thereon, that shall with wonder gaze.

Though fairest faire, thou beest yet like the Snow,
Or shamefast Rose, thou inwardly art cold,
Nor can the beames, that gentle Loue doth throw,
Exhale the sweete, thy bosome doth enfold:
As thou art faire, so wert thou Lesbia kind,
My wronges had di 'de, and none had knowne thy mind.