Give me, instead of Beauty's bust, Which with temptation I would trust, One in whose gentle bosom I My earthly Comforter! whose love That, when my spirit wonn'd above, 87. THE TRUE BEAUTY. He that loves a rosy cheek Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek - ANON. But a smooth and steadfast mind, 88. TO DIANEME. T. CAREW. Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes Be you not proud of that rich hair When all your world of beauty's gone. 89. 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 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 May read in thee: How small a part of time they share E. WALLER. 90. TO CELIA. Drink to me only with thine eyes, 1 And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee! B. JONSON. G 91. CHERRY-RIPE. There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, Yet them no peer nor prince may buy, |