唯此处是心的惊奇。
Fair is y love， when her hair golden hairs
With the loose d ye wavg ce to ark；
Fair when the rosered cheeks appears，
Orher eyes the fire of love does spark.
Fair when her breast like a rich den bark，
With precio rdise she forth doth y，
Fair when that cloud of pride， which oft doth dark
Her goodly light with siles she dries away.
But fairest she， when so she doth dispy
The gate with pearls and rubies richly dight
Through which her words so wise do ake their way
To bear the ssage of her gentle spright.
The rest be works of natures wo，
But this the work of hearts astonishnt.