More white than whitest lilies far, Or snow, or whitest swans you are: More white than are the whitest creams, Or moonlight tinselling the streams: More white than pearls, or Juno’s thigh, Or Pelops’ arm of ivory. True, I confess, such whites as these May me delight, not fully please; Till like Ixion’s cloud you be White, warm, and soft to lie with me.