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158 Some with Arabian spices strive T' embalm her cruelly alive; Or season her, as French cooks use Their haut-gouts, bouillies, or ragouts; Use her so barbarously ill, To grind her lips upon a mill, Until the facet doublet doth Fit their rhymes rather than her mouth; Her mouth compar'd t' an oyster's, with A row of pearl in't, 'stead of teeth; Others make posies of her cheeks, Where red and whitest colours mix; In which the lily and the rose, For Indian lake and ceruse goes. The sun and moon, by her bright eyes, Eclips'd and darken'd in the skies; Are but black patches that she wears, Cut into suns, and moons, and stars, By which astrologers, as well As those in heav'n above, can tell What strange events they do foreshow, Unto her under-world below.