Cave of Roses

What is your substance, whereof are you made

That millions of strange shadows on you tend?

Since every one hath, every one, one shade

And you, but one, can every shadow lend

Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit

Is poorly imitated after you;

On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set

And you in Grecian tires are painted new:

Speak of the spring and foison of the year;

The one doth shadow of your beauty show

The other as your bounty doth appear;

And you in every blessed shape we know

In all external grace you have some part

But you like none, none you, for constant heart