PREFACE
Ahh dearest gazer whenst nature made that she she was But what we wouldst But say be plain But yet she doth beam with lights of gold whenst she doth But be But made with artificiality with those device of that Maquillage art where to paint that face that body with colours grace upon she our eyes doest play we say andst she be gay of lustres shades of light that knit that veil so beamy bright of paint fromst Affrick and Inde shores whites of light reds andst pinks all shades like tropes to enrich the lines of her face like flowers we all thinks better thanst nature hast writ upon her face the paints like powdered blooms golden frame her face Yet not for our sight to entertaine But entrap for we be her game