Epigram 8: A Gallant Lasse from out her window

A Gallant Lasse from out her window saw
A gentleman whose nose in length exceeded:
Hir boundles will, not lymited by law,
Imagin'd he had what she greatly needed.
To speake with him she kindly doth entreat,
Desiring him to cleare her darke suppose:
Supposing euery thing was made compleate,
And corespondent equall to his nose.
But finding short where she exspected long,
She sigh'd, and said, O nose thou didst me wrong.