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Show ,90 TkO EMS. Thy either Eye does Rays difpence O f Modefty and Inmocence i And with thy ferioufnofs, w e find The gladnefs of anHnfant joyn'd. Thy frowns delight' though they torment, From thy looks life and; death are fent \ And thy whole air does: on us throw Arrows, which curelefs wounds beftow. i The ftature of a Mountain Pine, Is crooked when corrrpar'd to rhide : Which does thy jfex.taienvy move, As much as it doe, ours to!love. From thy dividing lifisdo HyeJ Thofe pointed fnafts:that make us dye : Nor have our Gardens e'er a Rofe^ That to thy cheeks w e dare oppofe. When by a happy liberty,: W e may thy lovely bejbm fee, The whiteft Curds, MI or falling Snow, Can any fuch complexion fliow^ Thyme and Major am,Cwhofe fcent, O f all perfumes, moft Innocent, / Lefs Fragrancy than thy breath have, Which all our fenfes does enflave. Even when thou fcorneft, thou canft pleafe, And make us love our^6wn difeafe. The bluflteitfiat our -Cherries wear, D o hardly to thy Lips come near. When upon the fmoother Plains, Thou to dance wilt tak^ the pains, N o Hind, when Ji^imploys he* feet,- Is half fo graceful, or -'fo! fleet. mo EMS. Of thy garments fair and white, The neatneft gives us moft delight, And I had rather them behold, Than Clothes embroidered with Gold. I nothing in the World can fee So rare as unadorned thee, W h o art (as it muft be confefs'd) Not by thy clothes, but Beauty dreft'd. Thy Lovely hair thou up haft ty'd, And in an unwrought Veil doft hide 5 In the mean time thy fingle Face, All other beauties does difgrace. Yes, yes, thy negligence alone, Does more than all their care hath done . The Nymphs, in all their pompous dreft, D o entertain m y fancy left. A Nofegay all thy Jewel is, T And all thy Art confifts in this ; And what from this pure Spring does paft, Is all thy paint, and all thy Glaft. RIJ - Adored beauty, here may we Our felves in lovely glafles fee : Come then I pray thee, let us look, I in thy Eyes, thou in the Brook. Within this faithful Mirrour fee The object which hath conquer'd me, Which though the ftream does well impart, 'Tis better form'd here in m y heart. * In th'entertainment of thy Mind, W h e n 'tis to penfivencfs inclin'd, Count if thou canft thefe Flowers, and thoit 1\he fum of m y defires wilt know, I Obferve 191 i |