Amanda A Sacrifice To an Unknown Goddesse, or, A Free-Will Offering Of a loving Heart to a Sweet-Heart. By N. H. [i.e. Nicholas Hookes] |
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To Amanda on her dimples.
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To Amanda on her dimples.
When e're I let my meditations flie,And give them wings to take their libertie,
Like the neat Cyprian bird, the cleanly Dove,
Which no fowl sloven stenement doth love,
But a faire stately house and nere forsakes
The pleasant fabrick to which once it takes,
So my thoughts flie, (from whence they ne're will part)
So th' comely mansion of a candid heart;
Each winged thought to thee, Amanda, flies,
And under th' crystal windowes of thine eyes
Lights on thy damask cheeks, where they do play,
The wooing turtles winding every way,
Till by young Cupids craft they're taken in,
Love's dimpled pitfalls of thy cheeks and chin,
Three nests of new-flown smiles on roses near,
To which a thousand unflegg'd Angels are,
Chirping pin-feather'd, pirking Cherubs sit,
Sweet blushing Babes playing at cherrie-pit,
Some win and smile, some lose their cherries, then
Down to thy lips, and gather fresh agen,
Sweet kissing lips, which all the Winter shew
The ripest cherries, and their blossomes too,
When e're thou weep'st, each Grace doth snatch a tear,
And fill a dimple with't, then wash her there,
That pimping Cupids come, to cool their wings,
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A liquid crystal pearle, whose parts in love
Unto each other as a centre move,
So it remaines a gemme (though moist and wet)
Whose superficies is its Cabinet,
And loth to break it is, till hastily
An Infant having snatch't it from thine eye,
Flies to a pleasant dimple, and within't
Dissolve the Jewel, and so bath him in't,
Baths in a dimple, which of rosebuds smells,
Thine eyne and cheeks the Graces Bath and Wells.
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