That Ivorie hand a Fanne most white doth hold,
And to the milkie Brest blowes winde apace:
(And yet is full of chilly yce most cold)
Disgrace to others, to her selfe a grace.
But I who wistly marke these whitenes three,
Vouchsafe (sweet love) this boone to graunt to mee.
Distill within the rouling of mine eyes
(By vertue of thy power) such hidden flame:
And let it tempred be in such strange wise,
That as I cast my looke upon the same,
It quite may take away her crueltie,
Melt straight the Ice, and Fanne burne suddenly.