BALLAD. (I vow I thought you, at first…)

I vow I thought you, at first sight, A moppet, a baboon, a fright, Or some hobgoblin of the night, That guilty creatures waken;

With nose and chin like ram's horns curl'd, And brows in furrowed wrinkles furl'd, Well 'tis amazing in this world How one may be mistaken.

For now I see with half an eye You are not old, nor made awry, Nor do your shambling trotters ply, As if by palsy shaken:

You're young as Ganemede and fair, Narcissus had not such an air, Well 'tis amazing I declare How one may be mistaken.