Of liquid oriental pearls, a shower.
Whereat the lips moved with delight and pleasure,
In a sweet smile unlocked their pearly treasure;
And bade Love judge, whether did add more grace
Weeping, or smiling, to fair Celia’s face.
A BEAUTIFUL MISTRESS.
If when the sun at noon displays
His brighter rays,
Thou but appear
He then all pale with shame, and fear,