522. TO HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS SUSANNA HERRICK
When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay
But here a-while, to languish and decay,
Like to these garden-glories, which here be
The flowery-sweet resemblances of thee;
With grief of heart, methinks, I thus do cry:
Would thou hadst ne'er been born, or might'st not die.
523. UPON MISTRESS SUSANNA SOUTHWELL, HER CHEEKS.
Rare are thy cheeks, Susanna, which do show
Ripe cherries smiling, while that others blow.
524. UPON HER EYES.
Clear are her eyes,
Like purest skies,
Discovering from thence
A baby there
That turns each sphere,
Like an Intelligence.
A baby, see Note to 38, "To his mistress objecting to him neither toying nor talking".
525. UPON HER FEET.
Her pretty feet
Like snails did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at Bo-Peep,
Did soon draw in again.
