Richard Alison
(fl.1586 - 1606)

Alison : There is a garden in her face : illustration

There is a garden in her face
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Published in An Howres Recreation in Musicke, London, 1606.
Lyrics: Thomas Campion

There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heav'nly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
There cherries grow, that none may buy
Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.

Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row;
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
They look like rosebuds fill'd with snow.
Yet them no peer nor prince can buy
Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.

Her eyes like angels watch them still;
Her brows like bended bows do stand,
Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill
All that approach, with eye or hand,
Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.