To a Little, Crooked Woman, With a Good Face and Eyes
Your Eyes are Quivers of Love's killing Darts,
To shoot, thro' Lovers Eyes, into their Hearts;
Tho', like an Amazon , your self you prove,
Both by your Back and Breast, a Foe to Love;
Which are at once your Honour's Guard, and Proof,
Since by them, you make Lovers to keep off;
You, as your Eyes are Love's Darts, seem his Bow;
Who, like it, bowing, Execution do;
Your Crookedness, then is your Praise, not Shame,
Since that your Back and Breast secure your Fame;
Because your Crooked Back does lie so high,
That to your Belly there's no coming nigh,
Which, as your Back's more low, more high does lie;
You then all Breast, all Shoulders, and all Head,
To be Love's Term or Limit may be said,
By which our Love-Proceedings are forbidden;
You, because Saddled, never will be Ridden;
Since Nature on your Face such Art bestow'd,
She less has to your other Parts allow'd;
Limners in little so, show so much Art
Upon the Face, they lame each other Part;
Thy curious Limner, Nature thus, (we find)
The Beauties of thy Face did so much mind,
Her Care of one, made t'other worse design'd.
To shoot, thro' Lovers Eyes, into their Hearts;
Tho', like an Amazon , your self you prove,
Both by your Back and Breast, a Foe to Love;
Which are at once your Honour's Guard, and Proof,
Since by them, you make Lovers to keep off;
You, as your Eyes are Love's Darts, seem his Bow;
Who, like it, bowing, Execution do;
Your Crookedness, then is your Praise, not Shame,
Since that your Back and Breast secure your Fame;
Because your Crooked Back does lie so high,
That to your Belly there's no coming nigh,
Which, as your Back's more low, more high does lie;
You then all Breast, all Shoulders, and all Head,
To be Love's Term or Limit may be said,
By which our Love-Proceedings are forbidden;
You, because Saddled, never will be Ridden;
Since Nature on your Face such Art bestow'd,
She less has to your other Parts allow'd;
Limners in little so, show so much Art
Upon the Face, they lame each other Part;
Thy curious Limner, Nature thus, (we find)
The Beauties of thy Face did so much mind,
Her Care of one, made t'other worse design'd.
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