There Is A Garden In Her Face

Original Text: 
Thomas Campion, The third and fovrth booke of ayres (London: Thomas Snodham, 1617). M C346 MUSI mfm. Facs. edn. Menston: Scolar, 1973. M 2 C14A5 Robarts Library
1There is a garden in her face
2Where roses and white lilies grow;
3A heav'nly paradise is that place
4Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
5    There cherries grow which none may buy,
6    Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.
7Those cherries fairly do enclose
8Of orient pearl a double row,
9Which when her lovely laughter shows,
10They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow;
11    Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,
12    Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.
13Her eyes like angels watch them still,
14Her brows like bended bows do stand,
15Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill
16All that attempt with eye or hand
17    Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
18    Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.
Publication Start Year: 
RPO poem Editors: 
N. J. Endicott
RPO Edition: 
2RP.1.250; RPO 1996-2000.