This Is a twist on a sonnet written in by John Harrington, in 1546. This is one of the poems that I recite at the SoCal Renaissance Faire.

Whence comes my love? O heart disclose;
It was from your cheeks that sham’d the red rose,
From your lips that spoil the ruby’s praise,
From your eyes that mock the diamond’s blaze:

Your blushing cheek speaks of a modest mind,
Your lips befitting words most kind,
The eye does tempt to loves desire,
And seems to say “ ‘tis Cupid’s fire;”

Why thus, my love, so kind, bespeak
Sweet eye, sweet blushing cheek—
Yet not a heart to save my pain;
O Venus, take thy gifts again;
Make not so fair to cause my moan
Or take this my heart, for thine own.