18. Each ruby there, Or pearle that dares appeare, Be its own blush, be its own teare. 19. A well tam'd heart, 55 For whose more noble smart, Love may be long chusing a dart. 20. Eyes, that bestow Full quivers on Love's bow; Yet pay lesse arrowes than they owe. 60 21. Smiles, that can warme The blood, yet teach a charme, That Chastity shall take no harme. 22. Blushes, that bin The burnish of no sin, 65 Nor flames of ought too hot within. 23. Ioyes, that confesse, Vertue their mistresse, And have no other head to dresse. 24. Feares, fond, and flight, 70 As the coy bride's, when Night First does the longing lover right. 25. Teares, quickly fled, And vaine, as those are shed For a dying maydenhead. 75 26. Dayes, that need borrow, No part of their good morrow, From a fore-spent night of sorrow. 27. Dayes, that in spight Of darknesse, by the light 80 Of a cleere mind are day all night. 28. Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by th' absence of the day. 29. Life, that dares send 85 A challenge to his end, And when it comes say, Welcome friend! 30. Sydnæan showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers. 90 31. Soft silken hours; Open sunnes; shady bowers; 'Bove all, nothing within that lowers. 32. What ere delight Can make Daye's forehead bright, 95 Or give downe to the wings of Night. 33. In her whole frame, Haue Nature all the name, Art and ornament the shame. 34. Her flattery, 100 Picture and Poesy, Her counsell her owne vertue be. 35. I wish her store Of worth may leave her poore Of wishes; and I wish----no more. 105 36. Now if Time knowes That her, whose radiant browes Weave them a garland of my vowes; 37. Her whose just bayes, My future hopes can raise, 110 A trophie to her present praise. 38. Her that dares be, What these lines wish to see: I seeke no further: it is she. 39. 'Tis she, and here 115 Lo I uncloath and cleare, My wishes cloudy character. 40. May she enjoy it, Whose merit dare apply it, But Modesty dares still deny it. 120 41. Such worth as this is Shall fixe my flying wishes, And determine them to kisses. 42. Let her full glory, My fancyes, fly before ye, 125 Be ye my fictions; but her story.