But if your beauties once decay,
They never know a second May.
LIPS AND EYES.
In Celia’s face, a question doth arise
Which are more beautiful, her lips or eyes;
We, said the eyes, send forth those pointed darts
Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts
From us, replied the lips, proceed those blisses
Which lovers reap in kind words, and in kisses
Then wept the eyes, and from their springs did pour