John Heydon – Pretty Green Bank
Pretty Green Bank, farewel, & mayst thou wear
Sun-beams, and Rose, and Lillies all the year;
She slept on thee, but needed not to shed
Her Gold, ‘twas pay enough to be her bed:
Thy Flowers are Favourites; for this lov’d day
They were my Rivals, and with her did play;
They found their heav’n at hand, and in her eyes
Enjoy’d a Copy of their absent skies.
Their weaker paint did with true Glories Trade,
And mingled with her cheeks, one Posie made;
And did not her soft skin confine their Pride,
And with a screen of Silk her flowers divide;
They had suck’d life from thence, and from her heat
Borrow’d a soul to make themselves compleat.
O happy Pillow! though thou art laid even
With dust, she made thee up almost a heaven;
Her breath rain’d spices, and each Amber Ring
Of her bright locks, strew’d Bracelets ore thy Spring;
That Earths not poor, did such a Treasure hold,
But thrice inrich’d with Amber, Spice and Gold.
Heydon, John. The Holy Guide. Book 6: 35-36. London: T.M., 1662. archive.org. Internet Archive, n.d. Web. 9 Feb. 2016.