80 The True Beauty And what are cheeks but ensigns oft Eyes can with baleful ardour burn; Poison can breathe, than erst perfumed; One in whose gentle bosom I Could pour my secret heart of woes, Like the case-burthen'd honey-fly That hides his murmurs in the rose My earthly Comforter! whose love That, when my spirit wonn'd above ANON.1 LXXXVII THE TRUE BEAUTY He that loves a rosy cheek 1 By GEORGE DARLEY (1795-1846). To Dianeme As old Time makes these decay, But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying_fires :— Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes. 81 T. CAREW LXXXVIII TO DIANEME free: Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes LXXXIX Go, lovely Rose ! R. HERRICK Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, 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, Drink to me only with thine eyes, The thirst that from the soul doth rise But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee It could not wither'd be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee! B. JONSON The Poetry of Dress 83 XCI CHERRY-RIPE There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; Her brows like bended bows do stand, All that approach with eye or hand These sacred cherries to come nigh, Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry! ANON. XCI THE POETRY OF DRESS I A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness:— An erring lace, which here and there Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows Next, when I cast mine eyes and see R. HERRICK XCIV 3 My Love in her attire doth shew her wit, For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on: When all her robes are gone. ANON. |