Her stature like the tall straight cedar-trees Whose stately bulks do fame th' Arabian groves; A pace like princely Juno when she brav'd The Queen of Love 'fore Paris in the vale; A front beset with love and courtesy; A face like modest Pallas when she blush'd A seely shepherd should be beauty's judge; A lip sweet ruby-red, grac'd with delight; A cheek wherein for interchange of hue A wrangling strife 'twixt lily and the rose; Her eyes two twinckling stars in winter-nights When chilling frost doth clear the azur'd sky; Her hair of golden hue doth dim the beams That proud Apollo giveth from his coach. ... A foot like Thetis when she tripp'd the sands To steal Neptunus' favour with her steps; In fine, a piece, despite of beauty, fram'd To show what Nature's lineage could afford.
— ROBERT GREENE (DRAMATIST)