The red, red lips
With the sweet words
And a face
Powdered, creamed,
...
I smoking a cigar
And verses coming to me
Just as the trail of smokes.
...
I am a painter of her lips,
Red-red, pink-pink,
Looking lovely.
...
Shakespeare, your mistress'eyes may not be,
But those of mine are lustrous,
The looks so beautiful and penetrating,
The cheeks appleyish,
...