Tell me ye merchants daughters did ye see So fayre a creature in your before? So sweet, so louely, and so mild as she, Adornd with beautyes grace and vertues store, Her goodly eyes Saphyres shining bright, Her forehead yuory white, Her cheekes apples which the sun hath rudded, Her lips cherryes charming men to byte, Her brest to a bowle of creame vncrudded, Her paps lyllies budded, Her snowie necke to a marble towre, And all her a fayre, vppe with many a stately stayre, To honors seat and chastities sweet bowre. Why stand ye still ye virgins in amaze, Vpon her so to gaze, Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing, To which the woods did answer and your eccho ring?