CHERRY-RIPE 129 CXXXI CHERRY-RIPE 1 CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, All the year CXXXII 2. Herrick. THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow: There cherries grow that none may buy Till Cherry-ripe' themselves do cry. Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow ; Her eyes like angels watch them still; Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill All that attempt with eye or hand Those sacred cherries to come nigh, Till Cherry-ripe' themselves do cry. T. Campion. CXXXIII DRESS AND UNDRESS My Love in her attire doth show 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. CXXXIV SIMPLEX MUNDITIIS STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powder'd, still perfumed : Though art's hid causes are not found, ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA Give me a look, give me a face That makes simplicity a grace; Such sweet neglect more taketh me They strike mine eyes, but not 131 my heart. B. Jonson, CXXXV ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA WHEN I behold a forest spread Herrick. CXXXVI DELIGHT IN DISORDER A SWEET disorder in the dress An erring lace, which here and there A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat: Do more bewitch me than when art Herrick. CXXXVII UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES WHENAS in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes! and see Next, when I cast mine eyes Herrick. THE COMPLETE LOVER 133 CXXXVIII THE COMPLETE LOVER 1. He FOR her gait, if she be walking; For her state's sake; and admire her Gait and state and wit approve her; Be she sullen, I commend her So much grace, and so approve her, That for everything I love her. Wm. Browne. CXXXIX 2. She Love not me for comely grace, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart: For these may fail or turn to ill, Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye, So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever! |