VII. Down from the neck unto that dainty Breast

Robert Tofte (1561–1620)

DOWN from the neck unto that dainty Breast,

(Which Nature made a Mirror of Delight;

And where a World of Beauties sweet do rest)

Doth hang a costly Chain of Pearl most bright;

And of proportion are so just and round,

That such in India rich cannot be found.

Besides, their orient brightness is alike;

So that mine eyes are dazzled with the same,

And, not much used to see so fair a sight

(A sight which doth the sun in glory stain),

Cannot discern, though them they both do see,

If Breast be Pearl, or Pearl in Bosom be.