A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks These are but gauds: nay what are lips? And what are cheeks, but ensigns oft Eyes can with baleful ardour burn; For crystal brows there's nought within ; Give me, instead of Beauty's bust, One in whose gentle bosom I My earthly Comforter! whose love That, when my spirit wonn'd above, Anon. LXXXVII THE TRUE BEAUTY He that loves a rosy cheek But a smooth and steadfast mind, T. Carew LXXXVIII TO DIANEME Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes R. Herrick LXXXIX Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, In deserts, where no men abide, Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare How small a part of time they share E. Waller XC TO CELIA Drink to me only with thine eyes, Or leave a kiss but in the cup But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It could not wither'd be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, B. Jonson XCI CHERRY-RIPE There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; Her eyes like angels watch them still; XCII THE POETRY OF DRESS I A sweet disorder in the dress An erring lace, which here and there A careless shoe-string, in whose tie Do more bewitch me, than when art R. Herrick XCIII 2 Whenas in silks my Julia goes Next, when I cast mine eyes and see R. Herrick XCIV 3 My Love in her attire doth shew her wit, For every season she hath dressings fit, When all her robes are on: But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. Anon. XCV ON A GIRDLE That which her slender waist confined |