Lo, thou, my love, art fair;
Myself hath made thee so:
Yea, thou art fair indeed,
Wherefore thou shalt not need
In beauty to despair;
For I accept thee so,
————–For fair.
For fair, because thine eyes
Are like the culvers’ white,
Whose simpleness in deed
All others do exceed:
Thy judgement wholly lies
In true sense of sprite
————–Most wise.
From: http://kingdompoets.blogspot.com.au/2015/10/william-baldwin.html
Date: 1549
By: William Baldwin (c1515-c1563)