There is a Garden in her face

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Thomas Campion

The Fovrth Booke of Ayres

1618

VII. There is a Garden in her face

            1 There is a Garden in her face,
       Where Roses and white Lillies grow ;
            A heau'nly paradice is that place,
       Wherein all pleasant fruits doe flow.
                There Cherries grow which none may buy,
                Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry.

            2 Those Cherries fayrely doe enclose
       Of Orient Pearle a double row,
            Which when her louely laughter showes,
       They look like Rose-buds fill'd with snow.
                Yet them nor Peere, nor Prince can buy,
                Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry.

            3 Her Eyes like Angels watch them still;
       Her Browes like bended bowes doe stand,
            Threatning with piercing frownes to kill
       All that attempt with eye or hand
                Those sacred Cherries to come nigh,
                Till Cherry ripe themselues doe cry.