Lily, damask

The Passionate Pilgrim, [7.1-6]. “Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle;/ Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty;/ Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle;/ Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty./ A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her,/ None fairer, nor none falser to deface her.”