The Nemesis

Janet Jackson page

To a world rid of color lines.

To One as beautiful as a summers eve.

To the Lady Janet

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.

Heavan hath no mouth, and yet is said to smile

After your style;

No more hath Earth, yet that smiles,

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, I am content,

So smiles the spring, and so smiles lovely Janet.

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