Aurelian Townsend (fl. 1601–1643)

YOUR smiles are not, as other women’s be,

Only the drawing of the mouth awry;

For breasts and cheeks and forehead we may see,

Parts wanting motion, all stand smiling by:

Heaven hath no mouth, and yet is said to smile

After your style:

No more hath earth, yet that smiles too,

Just as you do.

No simpering lips nor looks can breed

Such smiles as from your face proceed:

The sun must lend his golden beams,

Soft winds their breath, green trees their shade,

Sweet fields their flowers, clear springs their streams,

Ere such another smile be made:

But these concurring, we may say

‘So smiles the spring and so smiles lovely May.’