Behold Her Locks (Jones 1610 xix
© Patrick T. Connolly
Author: Anon. lyrics /Robert Jones music
1
Behold her locks like wires of beaten gold
Her eyes like stars that twinkle in the sky,
Her heavenly face, not framed of earthly mold,
Her voice that sounds the heaven's melody,
The miracles of time, the worldes story,
Fortune's Queen, Loves treasure, Nature's glory.

2
No flattering hopes she likes, blind Fortune's bait,
Nor shadows of delight, fond fancy's glass,
Nor charms that do enchant, false Art's deceit,
Nor fading joys, which Time makes swiftly pass,
But chaste desires, which beateth all these down,
A Goddess look is worth a Monarch's Crown.