Ye tradeful merchants! that with weary toil
do seek most precious things to make your gain,
And both the Indies of their treasure spoil,
What needeth you to seek so far in vain?

For, lo! my love doth in herself contain
     All this world's riches that may far be found;
If sapphires, lo! her eyes be sapphires plain;
     If rubies, lo! her lips be rubies sound;

If pearls, her teeth be pearls, both pure and round,
     If ivory, her forehead ivory ween;
If gold, her locks are finest gold on ground;
     If silver, her fair hands are silver sheen:

But that which fairest is, but few behold,
Her mind, adorned with virtues manifold.

-- Edmund Spencer