THE DESCRIPTION OF WOMEN. WHOSE head befringed with be-scattered tresses, Shews like Apolloes, when the morn he dresses Or like Aurora when with Pearle she sets, Her long disheveld Rose-crown'd Trammelets : Her forehead smooth, full polish'd, bright and high, Bears in it self a gracefull Majesty ;

Under the which, two crawling eye-brows twine

Like to the tendrills of a flatt'ring Vine:

Under whose shade, two starry sparkling eyes
Are beautifi'd with faire fring'd Canopies.
Her comely nose with uniformall grace,
Like purest white, stands in the middle place.
Parting the paire, as we may well suppose,
Each cheek resembling still a damask Rose:
Which like a Garden manifestly shown,
How Roses, Lillies, and Carnations grown ;
Which sweetly mixed both with white and red,
Like Rose-leaves, white and red, seem mingled.
Then nature for a sweet allurement sets
Two smelling, swelling, bashful Cherry-lets;
The which with Ruby-rednesse being tip'd,
Do speak a Virgin merry, Cherry-lip'd.
Over the which a neat sweet skin is drawne,
Which makes them shew like Roses under Lawne.
These be the Ruby-portals and divine,

Which ope themselves, to shew an holy shrine,
Whose breath is rich perfume, that to the sense
Smells like the burn'd Sabean Frankincense;
In which the tongue, though but a member small,
Stands guarded with a Rosie-hilly-wall.
And her white teeth, which in the gums are set,
Like Pearl and Gold, make one rich Cabinet.
Next doth her chin, with dimpled beauty strive
For his white, plump, and smooth prerogative.
At whose faire top, to please the sight there grows
The fairest image of a blushing rose;
Mov'd by the chin, whose motion causeth this,
That both her lips do part, do meet, do kiss.

Her ears, which like two labyrinths are plac'd
On either side, with which rare Jewels grac'd:
Moving a question whether that by them.
The Jem is grac'd, or they grac'd by the Jem.
But the foundation of the Architect,
Is the Swan-staining, faire, rare stately neck,
Which with ambitious humblenesse stands under,
Bearing aloft this rich-round world of wonder.
Her breast a place for beauties throne most fit,
Bears up two Globes, where love and pleasure sit;
Which headed with two rich round Rubies, show
Like wanton Rose-buds growing out of Snow,
And in the milky valley that's between,
Sits Cupid kissing of his mother Queen.
Then comes the belly, seated next below,
Like a faire mountain in Riphean snow;
Where Nature in a whitenesse without spot,
Hath in the middle tide a Gordian knot.
Now love invites me to survey her thighes,
Swelling in likenesse like two Crystall skyes;
Which to the knees by nature fastned on,
Derive their ever well 'greed motion.

Her legs with two clear calves, like silver try'd,
Kindly swell up with little pretty pride;
Leaving a distance for the comely small

To beautifie the leg and foot withall.

Then lowly, yet most lovely stand the feet,

Round, short and clear, like pounded Spices sweet;

And whatsoever thing they tread upon,

They make it scent like bruised Cinnamon,

The lovely shoulders now allure the eye,

To see two Tablets of pure ivorie :

From which two arms like branches seem to spread

With tender vein'd, and silver coloured,

With little hands, and fingers long and small,

To grace a Lute, a Violl, Virginall.

In length each finger doth his next excell,
Each richly headed with a pearly shell.
Thus every part in contrariety

Meet in the whole, and make an harmony:
As divers strings do singly disagree,

But form'd by number make sweet melodie.

Her supposed servant, described.

I would have him if I could,
Noble; or of greater Blood:
Titles, I confesse, do take me;
And a woman God did make me,
French to boote, at least in fashion,
And his manners of that Nation.

Young I'd have him to, and faire,
Yet a man; with crisped haire
Cast in a thousand snares, and rings
For loves 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.

Eye-brows bent like Cupids bow,
Front, an ample field of snow;
Even nose, and cheeke (withall)
Smooth as is the Biliard Ball:
Chin, as woolly as the Peach;
And his lip should kissing teach,
Till he cherish'd too much beard,
And made love or me afeard.

He should have a hand as soft
As the Downe, and shew it oft;
Skin as smooth as any rush,
And so thin to see a blush
Rising through it e're it came,

All his blood should be a flame
Quickly fir'd as in beginners

In Loves Schoole, and yet no sinners.

'Twere too long to speak of all What we harmonie do call

In a body should be there.

Well he should his cloaths to wear;

Yet no Taylor help to make him

Drest, you still for man should take him ;

And not think h'had eate a stake,

Or were set up in a brake.

Valiant he should be as fire, Shewing danger more than ire. Bounteous as the clouds to earth; And as honest as his birth.