How Lilies Came White
The Hesperides & Noble Numbers — Hesperides
White though ye be, yet, lilies, know,From the first ye were not so;But I'll tell yeWhat befell ye:Cupid and his mother layIn a cloud, while both did play,He with his pretty finger press'dThe ruby niplet of her breast;Out of which the cream of light,Like to a dew,Fell down on youAnd made ye white.