janetlin | Another injection of culture

We're doing Sonnets in British Lit, and one of the twelve we had to read for today really caught my attention:

#15

Ye tradefull Merchants, that with weary toyle,
do seeke most pretious things to make your gain;
and both the Indias of their treasures spoile,
what needeth you to seeke so farre in vaine?
For loe my love doth in her selfe containe
all this worlds riches that may farre be found,
if Saphyres, loe her eies be Saphyres plaine,
if Rubies, loe hir lips be Rubies sound:
If Pearles, hir teeth be pearles both pure and round;
if Yvorie, her forhead yvory weene;
if Gold, her locks are finest gold on ground;
if silver, her faire hands are silver sheene.
But that which fairest is, but few behold,
her mind adornd with vertues manifold.

(Edmund Spenser, Amoretti)

Can I get a collective, "Aww, I want one!"?

Beautiful contrast to Shakespeare's #130: "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun..."