My Mistris blush'de, and therewithall,
as that Rich Crimson Spred,
from either cheeke, A showre did fall,
of blossoms whyte and Red.

the More she blush'de, the More the grace
did Make the Softe bloomes grow,
which Guilded there, fell downe a pace,
like flakes of winters snow.

had she not cast her Eye beneath
and Seene a Realme of flowr's
Ah doubtles she had bloomde to death.
with Rayninge Rosye showr's

but when she stopt A sent soe blest
I Smelt, that I did sweare
that parradice had lefte the East
to spend his spices there.