A poem by Thomas, Lord Fairfax of Cameron, Captain General of the New Model Army

Beauty's a fraile & brittle good
Which Sickness, Time & Age does blast
The Rose & Lilly in face that budd
Hardly are kept & seldome last
What hath she then to boast to boast on Save
A fragil life & timely grave

Beauty wher sweet Graces faile
May be Compared vnto this
A goodly ship with out her saile
A spring her fragrant flower does miss
A day wants Sun or Torch its Light
A shrine wants Saint or Starless night

But how doth Nature seeme to smother
The Virtues of this lovely Flower
Who is of wanton Lust the Mother
Of toyinge Vanity a Bowre
Enemy of Peace the Fount wher Pride does swime
The Incendiary of Strife of Passion's Magazine