Or swan’s down ever?
Or have smelt o’ the bud o’ the briar?
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
Oh, so white! Oh so soft! Oh so sweet is she!’
His Discourse with Cupid, which follows, is infinitely delicate and piquant, and without one single blemish. It is a perfect ‘nest of spicery.’
‘Noblest Charis, you that are
Both my fortune and my star!
And do govern more my blood,
Than the various moon the flood!