How many graces had, Nature
He made a beautiful and rich treasure
And with jewels and roses, snow and gold
Formed sublime and angelic beauty

But in the eyes it showed as he could
And he made them a sun, which clears
The clearest light the clear day
Anyway, Madam, in your composure
She came to investigate he knew
Gold, roses, rubies, snow and
Pure light

He puts in the mouth rubies, and purity
The beautiful face roses, whom Moor
The hair the value of the blond metal
Chest snows in the soul have on

But in the eyes it showed as he could
And he made them a sun, which clears
The clearest light the clear day
Anyway, Madam, in your composure
She came to investigate he knew
Gold, roses, rubies, snow and
Pure light