Her lips are like two budded roses,
Whom ranks of lilies neighbor nigh;
Within which bounds she balm incloses,
Apt to entice a deity.

Her neck like to a stately tower,

Where Love himself imprisoned lies,

To watch for glances every hour

From her divine and sacred eyes.

With Orient pearl, with ruby red,

With marble white, with sapphire blue,

Her body everywhere is fed,

Yet soft in touch and sweet in view.

Nature herself her shape admires;

The gods are wounded in her sight; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light.

L

ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL

OVE in my bosom, like a bee,
Doth suck his sweet;

Now with his wings he plays with me,
Now with his feet.

Within mine eyes he makes his nest,
His bed amidst my tender breast;

My kisses are his daily feast,

And yet he robs me of my rest:
Ah, Wanton, will ye?

And if I sleep, then percheth he
With pretty flight,

And makes his pillow of my knee,
The livelong night;

Strike I my lute, he tunes the string,
He music plays if so I sing;

He lends me every lovely thing,
Yet cruel he my heart doth sting:
Whist, Wanton, still ye.

Else I with roses every day

Will whip you hence,

And bind you when you long to play,
For your offense;

I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in;
I'll make you fast it for your sin;
I'll count your power not worth a pin:
Alas! what hereby shall I win,

If he gainsay me?

What if I beat the wanton boy
With many a rod?

He will repay me with annoy,
Because a god.

Then sit thou safely on my knee,
And let thy bower my bosom be;
Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee:
O Cupid! so thou pity me,

Spare not, but play thee.

LOVE

URN I my looks unto the skies,

TUR

Love with his arrows wounds mine eyes;

If so I gaze upon the ground,

Love then in every flower is found;
Search I the shade to fly my pain,
Love meets me in the shade again;
Want I to walk in secret grove,
E'en there I meet with sacred Love;
If so I bathe me in the spring,
E'en on the brink I hear him sing;
If so I meditate alone,

He will be partner of my moan;
If so I mourn, he weeps with me;
And where I am, there will he be!