My oath, Declare no lovelier cheek
Blush, in lightened hill or hollow.
Such fair joy amid snow one would meet
In every way Courtesy1 doth follow.
Cloakéd, woolen jerkin, hooded beaute,
Done up to ward2 cold, inflames the soul.
Such grace leaves nary3 dimple of boot
On path, trods through oaken coppiced4 knoll.
Attend, attend the heart would near break;
Oh, to touch the limb that hand now grasps.
Cross dark ice ponds, silent journey make
Does5 leap, homeward unto wilder swathes.
Though the best of fruit are oft so rare,
Taste then; for mere looks seldom compare.
1Courtesy, embodying the attributes of courtesy, a personification of decorum, politeness being an imagined person.
2ward, synonym to guard, to protect, archaic.
3 nary, synonym for ‘not any’ or not, archaic.
4 coppiced, certain trees or shrubs that are pruned in order to make the trunks grow profusely and more straight.
5 Does, the name for females of certain species, a deer for example here.