Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. II. The Seventeenth Century: Ben Jonson to Dryden

William Habington (1605–1654)

To Roses in the Bosom of Castara

YE blushing virgins happy are

In the chaste nunnery of her breasts,

For he ’d profane so chaste a fair,

Who e’er should call them Cupid’s nests.

Transplanted thus how bright ye grow,

How rich a perfume do ye yield?

In some close garden cowslips so

Are sweeter than i’ th’ open field.

In those white cloisters live secure

From the rude blasts of wanton breath,

Each hour more innocent and pure,

Till you shall wither into death.

Then that which living gave you room

Your glorious sepulchre shall be:

There wants no marble for a tomb,

Whose breast has marble been to me.