Cherry-over-Ripe?
There was a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies grew.
A heavenly paradise was that place,
Until there came a fashion new.
Now what I see is metal ware;
Such ornaments I cannot bear.
And cherries fairly did enclose
Of Orient pearls a double row,
But now, when her lovely laughter shows,
I see a place where 'diamonds' grow.
Yet all these things she had to buy;
I cannot help but wonder why.
Her eyes like angels watch me still;
Her brows with dumbbells proud do stand,
Threatening with piercéd frowns, to kill
All my attempts with eye or hand
The sacred cherries to come nigh;
Enough to make me want to cry.
Thanks to THOMAS CAMPION 1567-1620, who would be as bewildered as I am.