Epigram 57: Of Nigrina -

Of Nigrina.

Why should Nigrina weare her mask so much?
Her skins lawn's not so fine, so soone to staine,
Her tendrest poultry may endure the touch,
Her face, face and out-face the wind againe:
The cherry of her lip's a winter Cherry,
Then weather-proof, & needs no masks defence:
Her cheeks best fruit's a black, no Mulberry,
But fearelesse of sharp gustes impouerishments:
And to be briefe, she being all plaine Ione ,
Why is she mask'd to keepe that where is none?
O sir, she's painted, and you know the guise,
Pictures are curtaind from the vulgar eyes.
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