Eleg: 10.a| |
Marry & love thy Flauia for Shee [f. 19v] |
Hath all things wherby others bewteous bee. |
for though her eyes be smale, her mouth is great |
Though they be Iuory, yet her teethe are Ieat: |
Though they be dimme, yet She is Light inough |
And though her harsh haire fall, her skin is rough. |
What though her Cheekes be yellow, her haire is red |
Giue her thyne; & She hath a Maydenhead. |
These things are bewtyes Elements: where these |
Meete in one, yt one must as perfect please. |
If red & whight, & each good quality |
Bee in thy Wench, neere aske, wher it doth ly. |
In buying things perfum'd, we aske if there |
Be Muske and amber in it, but not where. |
Though all her parts be not in th'vsuall place |
She hath yet an Anagram of a good face. |
If we might put the Letters but one way |
In yt leane dearth of Letters, what could we say? |
When by ye gamvt some Musitians make |
A perfect Song, others will vndertake |
By ye same gamvt chang'd to equall itt |
Things simply good can never be vnfitt. |
She is fayre as any yf all be like her, |
And if none be then She is singuler. |
All Love is Wonder, yf we iustly doo |
Accoumpt her wonderfull, why not Lovely too? |
Love built on bewty soone as bewty dyes; |
Chuse this face chang'd by no deformityes. |
Women a're all like Angels: the fayre bee |
Like those wch fell to worse; but such as Shee |
Like to good Angels nothing can impayre: |
T'is lesse griefe to be foule then to'haue beene fayre. |
for one nights revells silke & gold we chuse |
But in long iourneys Cloth & Leather vse. |
Bewty is barren oft: best husbands say |
Ther is best Land wher ther is foulest way. |
Oh what a Soveraigne plaister will She bee |
If thy past Sins haue tought thee iealosee! |
Here needes no Spyes nor Eunuchs; her Cōmitt |
Safe to thy foes, yea to a Marmositt. |