Unto thy favour (which when Nature formd,
She went beyond her selfe with cunning hand)
I may compare what is in world adornd
With beautie most, and with most grace doth stand:
But everie mortall whitenes nere so white,
The yvorie white of thy white hand exceeds.
So that my Sowle (which doth faire whitenes like)
Rests on faire whitenes, and on whitenes feeds:
For this is thought and hoped of from thee,
White as thy hands, so white thy faith shalbee.