"You not first, second, or even fourth will be, Who have in this their error had to learn;
Nor father, brother, nor even mother me From her (such our resemblance) can discern.
'Tis true, this hair, which short and loose you see, In many guise, and hers, with many a turn, And in long tresses wound about her brow, Wide difference made between us two till now.
