| Eleg: 2.a| |
| As ye sweet sweate of roses in a still, [f. 14] |
| As that wch from chaf'd Muscatts pores doth trill, |
| As the allmighty balme of the'early East |
| Such are the sweat dropps on my Mistres brest. |
| And on her neck her skin such lustre setts |
| They seeme no sweat drops but pearle carcanetts. |
| Ranck sweaty froth thy Mistres brow defiles |
| Like spermatique issue of ripe menstrous biles. |
| Or like ye Scūm, wch by needs lawles law |
| Enforc'd, Sanserraes starved Men did draw |
| from perboyld shoes and bootes and all the rest |
| Wch weare wt any soueraigne fatnes blest. |
| And like vile lying stones in saffrond tinne |
| Or warts or wheales they hang vpon her skinne. |
| Round, as ye world''is her head on euery side |
| Like to yt fatal ball wch fell on Ide. |
| Or yt whereof God had such iealousy |
| As for the rauishing thereof we dy: |
| Thy head is like a roughewen Statue of ieat |
| Where marks for eyes, nose, mouth, are yet scarse sett; |
| Like ye first Chaos, or flat seeming face |
| Of Cinthia, when th'Earthes shadows her embrace. |
| Like Proserpines whight bewty-keeping chest, |
| Or Ioues best fortunes Vrne, is her faire brest. |
| Thyne like Worme-eaten truncks clothd in Celes skin |
| Or graue that's durt without, and stinch wthin. |
| And like ye slender stalke at whose end stands |
| The Woodbine quiuering, are her armes, and hands. |
| Like rough-barkd Elmeboughs, or the russet skin |
| Of Men late skourg'd for madnes or for sin, |
| Like sun-parch'd quarters on the City gate |
| Such is thy tann'd skins lamentable state. |
| And like a bunch of ragged Carrets stand |
| The short swolne fingers of thy gowty hand. |