477. UPON A LADY FAIR BUT FRUITLESS.
Twice has Pudica been a bride, and led
By holy Hymen to the nuptial bed.
Two youths she's known thrice two, and twice three years;
Yet not a lily from the bed appears:
Nor will; for why, Pudica this may know,
Trees never bear unless they first do blow.
478. HOW SPRINGS CAME FIRST.
These springs were maidens once that lov'd,
But lost to that they most approv'd:
My story tells by Love they were
Turn'd to these springs which we see here;
The pretty whimpering that they make,
When of the banks their leave they take,
Tells ye but this, they are the same,
In nothing chang'd but in their name.
479. TO ROSEMARY AND BAYS.
My wooing's ended: now my wedding's near
When gloves are giving, gilded be you there.
481. UPON A SCAR IN A VIRGIN'S FACE.
'Tis heresy in others: in your face
That scar's no schism, but the sign of grace.
