Elusive’s eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than his lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then his fur be dun;
If hairs be wires, plum wires grow on his head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in his cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from Elusive reeks.
I love to hear him speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a princess go;
Elusive, when he walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any he belied with false compare.
Elusive’s eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than his lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then his fur be dun;
If hairs be wires, plum wires grow on his head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in his cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from Elusive reeks.
I love to hear him speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a princess go;
Elusive, when he walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any he belied with false compare.