A RE YOU the only faire? false Silvia? noe;
Twas I, that gave the lustre to your Eyes;
And sung your Beauties greater farre & moe
Then Nature gave; or all the flatteries
Of your deluding Glasse, could ever Show.
I placed a liveing Rose
On either Cheeke; and drest
Those Lipps faire, which disclose
Pearles, in their liveing nest;
I drest, with polish't Ivorie, that brow,
And to your lockes put all the Sorceries
Of Nature; 'twas I, brought
All perfect Lineaments, unto your Frame;
And in huge Numbers taught
A Character of Beautie, in your Name.
Then are you fond, to flye your owne desert;
And your neglect, may bring my Love to Scorne;
Ile chuse another, who in everie part
Shall have more Sweets; farewell, Oh false forsworne.
Ile bring an Æthiope, and with small endeavour
Raise better feature there, then you had ever.