Beauty crowds me till I die,
In, to the little space in thy mind,
Vanity divine.
Mirror, mirror, see only thy,
Only thine eye dost ever please thee,
Only thine reflection dost ever be free
To prance, to prattle, to pucker, to primp,
To do what thy heart forever dost wish.
Luscious hair over spotless, clear face,
Locks of auburn never hath made
Such glory, such radiance, such wonder to thine eye,
A sight to behold, a sight worth to die.
My beauty overwhelms thine eye.