PREFACE
Ahh beauty we be told by Poets untold endlessly they tell us the beauty of their she skin alabaster white bright natures choicest Dames that we doth name a beauty with porphyry red lips andst cheek of gold flecked dimples red andst white andst pink interlaced Ohh that face we be told be beauty those teeth of pearls that light the rooms with their grace that face beauty painters want to draw with anything to paint that face e’en with straw Yet Ohh thee say to I like I to thee where be their beauty for I what see I be But no lustre or gleam to kiss mine eye Yet they say my Dame be ugly Yet say I finde I their Dame fit the same so please stop this crap andst stop calling names