Like to Diana in her summer weed
Girt with a crimson robe of brightest die, goes fair Samela.
Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed,
When washed by Arethusa, faint they lie, is fair Samela.
As fair Aurora in her morning gray
Deck'd with the ruddy glister of her love, is fair Samela.
Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day,
When as her brightness Neptune's fancy move,shines fair Samela.
Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams,
Her teeth are pearls, the breast of ivory of fair Samela.
Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams,
Her brows' bright arches fram'd of ebony: thus fair Samela.
Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue,
And Juno in the show of majesty, for she's Samela.
Pallas in wit, all three of you will view,
For beauty, wit and matchless dignity yield to Samela.
Robert Greene |
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