In Celia's face a question did arise,
Which were more beautiful, her lips or eyes?
" We, " said the eyes, " send forth those pointed darts
Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts. "
" From us, " repli'd the lips, " proceed those blisses
Which lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses. "
Then wept the eyes, and from their springs did pour
Of liquid oriental pearl a shower;
Whereat the lips, moved with delight and pleasure,
Through a sweet smile unlock'd their pearly treasure
And bade Love judge, whether did add more grace
Weeping or smiling pearls to Celia's face.