Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921.
15871642 Sir Francis KynastonTo Cynthia
On concealment of her beautyD
The starre-light of serenest skies,
Least wanting of their heavenly light,
They turne to Chaos endlesse night.
The silken snares of thy curl’d haire,
Least finding neither gold, nor Ore,
The curious Silke-worme worke no more.
More snowe white then the Apenine,
Least if there be like cold or frost,
The Lilly be for ever lost.
Thy breath, which to all flowers hath lent
Perfumes, least it being supprest,
No spices growe in all the East.
Which makes the hearts of gods rejoyce,
Least Musicke hearing no such thing,
The Nightingale forget to sing.
Thy pearly teeth with Corrall lips,
Least that the Seas cease to bring forth
Gems, which from thee have all their worth.
That ’s either in thy minde or face,
Least vertue overcome by vice,
Make men beleeve no Paradice.