Poesis Rediviva | ||
On Pentepicta:
A Lady with enamell'd Teeth, black, white and yellow. F. W.
The wiseman Teeth call'd flocks of sheep;Sure Jacobs speckled flocks here keep.
Where teeth are checker'd black and white,
Nay gilt too to inrich delight:
Her mouth ope, you at Chesse may play,
With teeth resembling night and day.
Each fondling reach will praise what's white;
Is there in Choak such strange delight?
Give me the mouth like th' Temple floor,
With speckled Marble paved o're,
Or oh more rich in gold thus set,
A row of pearl then one of jet.
Poesis Rediviva | ||