Perfect Beauty - Ben Jonson

It was a beauty that I saw,
So pure, so perfect, as the frame
Of all the universe was lame,
To that one figure, could I draw,
Or give least line of it a law!
A skein of silk without a knot,
A fair march made without a halt,
A curious form without a fault,
A printed book without a blot,
All beauty, and without a spot!

The Whirligig of Time
Philosophy
The Background And The Figure
Something Tapped
The Flight
To-night
Message
She's Somewhere in the Sunlight Strong
A White Rose
Sunday up the River
The Lover to His Lady
Sonnet of the Pains of Love
My Love and I Must Part
Perfect Beauty
In Praise of Two