Tixall Poetry.
21
The Forehead the First Assault.
Let fickle, wanton lovers seeke
Theyre garlands in a smiling cheeke;
My love aspires unto the crowne
That hovers ore a foreheads frowne.
They'r idle lookes that can bee led
Inchanted to a rosy bed;
My watchfull eyes will onely dwell
Where awfull frownes kepe sentinell.
The cheekes are humble dowry plaines,
Where vulger pleasure onely raignes;
The towring fronts majestick hight
Displays a mountaine of delight.
Each rurall Pan his nimph can spye
Trip ore a cheekes fayre Thesaly;
Theyre garlands in a smiling cheeke;
My love aspires unto the crowne
That hovers ore a foreheads frowne.
They'r idle lookes that can bee led
Inchanted to a rosy bed;
My watchfull eyes will onely dwell
Where awfull frownes kepe sentinell.
The cheekes are humble dowry plaines,
Where vulger pleasure onely raignes;
The towring fronts majestick hight
Displays a mountaine of delight.
Each rurall Pan his nimph can spye
Trip ore a cheekes fayre Thesaly;
