Outward grace weak love beguiles!
She is VENUS, when she smiles!
But she's JUNO, when she walks!
And MINERVA, when she talks!'
VI. CLAIMING A SECOND KISS BY DEsert.
CHARIS! guess, and do not miss!
Since I drew a morning kiss
From your lips, and sucked an air
Thence, as sweet as you are fair;
What my Muse and I have done!
Whether we have lost, or won?
If, by us, the odds were laid,
That the Bride, allowed a Maid,
Looked not half so fresh and fair
(With th' advantage of her hair
And her jewels) to the view
Of th' assembly, as did you!
Or that you did sit, or walk,
You were more the eye and talk
Of the Court to-day, than all
Else that glistered in Whitehall!
So as those that had your sight,
Wished the Bride were changed to-night!
And did think such rites were due
To no other Grace but you!
Or if you did move to-night
In the dances, with what spite
Of your peers you were beheld!
That, at every motion, swelled
So to see a Lady tread,
As might all the Graces lead:
And was worthy, being so seen,
To be envied of the Queen.
Or if you would yet have stayed;
Whether any would upbraid
To himself, his loss of time!
Or have charged his sight of crime;
To have left all sight, for you!
Guess of these, which is the true?
And if such a Verse as this
May not claim another kiss?
VII. BEGGING ANOTHER, ON COLOUR of
MENDING THE FORMER.
For Love's sake, kiss me once again!
I long, and should not beg in vain!
Here's none to spy, or see!
Why do you doubt, or stay?
I'll taste as lightly as the bee!
That doth but touch his flower, and flies away.
Once more! and, faith! I will be gone!
Can he that loves, ask less than one?
Nay, you may err in this;
And all your bounty wrong!
This could be called but half a kiss!
What w' are but once to do; we should do long.
I will but mend the last; and tell
Where, How, it would have relished well!
Join lip to lip, and try!
Each suck the other's breath!
And whilst our tongues perplexèd lie; Let who will, think us dead; or wish our death!
VIII. URGING HER OF A PROMISE.
CHARIS, one day, in discourse
Had of LOVE, and of his force,
Lightly promised she would tell,
What a man she could love well.
And that promise set on fire
All that heard her, with desire.
With the rest, I long expected
When the work would be effected;
But we find that cold delay,
And excuse spun every day,
As, until she tell her one,
We all fear she loveth none!
'Therefore, CHARIS, you must do 't!
For I will so urge you to 't,
You shall neither eat, nor sleep,
No! nor forth your window peep
With your emissary eye,
To fetch in, the Forms go by;
And pronounce, Which band, or lace, Better fits him, than his face.
'Nay, I will not let you sit 'Fore your idol Glass a whit! To say over every purl There, or to reform a curl : Or with Secretary Sis To consult, If fucus this
Be as good, as was the last?
'All your sweet of life is past, Make account! unless you can, And that quickly, speak your Man!'
IX. HER Man, describeD BY HER OWN
'Of your trouble, BEN! to ease me; I will tell what Man would please me! 'I would have him, if I could, Noble, or of greater blood! Titles, I confess, do take me! And a woman, GOD did make me! 'French, to boot, at least in fashion; And his manners of that nation.
'Young I'ld have him too, and fair; Yet a Man! with crispèd Hair (Cast in a thousand snares and rings, For Love's fingers and his wings)
Chestnut colour; or, more slack,
Gold upon a ground of black.
'VENUS' and MINERVA'S Eyes;
For he must look wanton-wise!
'Eyebrows bent like CUPID's bow!
Front, an ample field of snow!
Even Nose, and Cheek withal
Smooth as is the billiard ball!
Chin as woolly as the peach;
And his Lip should kissing teach!
Till he cherished too much beard,
And made LOVE, or me, afeared.
'He would have a Hand as soft
As the down; and shew it oft!
Skin as smooth as any rush;
And so thin, to see a blush
Rising through it, ere it came.
All his blood should be aflame!
Quickly fired, as in beginners
In Love's School; and yet no sinners.
"Twere too long to speak of all!
What we, harmony do call,
In a body, should be there!
Well he should his clothes, too, wear;
Yet no tailor help to make him!
Dressed, you still for Man should take him!
And not think h' had eat a stake;
Or were set up in a brake!
'Valiant, he should be as fire! Shewing danger more than ire.
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