A Lady Sweet and Kind THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Cupid is winged and doth range Her country so, my love doth change: Yet will I love her till I die. Cherry Ripe Anonymous HERE is a garden in her face THERE Where roses and white lilies grow; A heavenly paradise is that place Those cherries fairly do enclose Her eyes like angels watch them still, Thomas Campion A Description of a Most Noble Lady Adviewed by John Heywood, presently; who advertising her years, as face, saith of her thus, in much eloquent phrase: 'IVE place, ye ladies! all begone; GIV Show not yourselves at all. For why? behold! there cometh one The virtue of her looks Excels the precious stone; Ye need none other books In each of her two eyes There smiles a naked boy; It would you all suffice To see those lamps of joy. If all the world were sought full far, Her colour comes and goes Amongst her youthful years Both witty, grave and sage. I think nature hath lost her mould She may be well compared Whose like hath not been heard In life a Dian chaste; In truth Penelope; In word and deed steadfast What need I more to say? At Bacchus' feast none may her meet; The mirth that she doth use Is mixed with shamefastness; All vices she eschews, And hateth idleness. It is a world to see How virtue can repair, And deck such honesty In her that is so fair. Great suit to vice may some allure Three Roses WHE WHEN the buds began to burst, I was walking: joyous then Far above all other men, Till before us up there stood Whispering, "Happy as thou art, (Rose from that same stem) have told She upon her wedding-day Carried home my tenderest lay; From her lap I now have heard Rhyme with nuptial wreath shall twine; Mute the tongue, and closed the eye. Marguerite W. S. Landor LAUGH, my friends, and without blame Lightly quit what lightly came; Rich to-morrow as to-day, Spend as madly as you may! I, with little land to stir, Ere the parting hour go by, |