DELICIOUS Beauty, that doth lie
Wrapped in a skin of ivory,
Lie still, lie still upon thy back,
And, Fancy, let no sweet dreams lack
To tickle her, to tickle her with pleasing thoughts.
But if thy eyes are open full,
Then deign to view an honest gull
That stands, that stands expecting still
When that thy casement open will;
And bless his eyes, and bless his eyes with one kind glance.
More verses by John Marston
- The Scourge Of Villainy
- The Nut-Brown Ale
- If Love Be Holy, If That Mystery
- To Everlasting Oblivion
- O Love, How Strangely Sweet