Deseption of Fairness

Thine earthly eye, tis oft played as a lute nor cheap an instrument of string,
The fairness of completion in features of maiden, or meadow's prim pupils of spring.
Hath of white, maiden weareth, and lips of reddest rose,
Yet within, tis in faculties doth her heart violently oppose.
Of supremacy in hair, and temperate complexion's skin,
At bay doth rest shrouded intentions, hast virtue or pernicious whim.
Honeyed is she of features doth we all in visage percept,
And from all faculties, virtues be disregarded and beauty humanity elect.