Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

42 Epigrams.From white to red, but ere the fight was endedIt seemes a Gentleman that one befriended,Came in and parted them ;the little bladeThere's none that could intreat, or yet perswade,But he would fight still,till another came,And with sound reasons councel'd 'gainst the same'Twas in this manner, friend ye shall not fightWith one that's so unequal to your height,Story is higher, th'other made reply,I'd pluck him down were he three Stories high.99. On afaire Gentlewoman whose name was Brown.We praise the faire, and our inventions wrack,In pleasing numbers to applaud the black,We court this Ladies eye, that Ladyes haire,The faire love black, the black best like the faire,Yet neither sort, I court, I doate uponNor faire nor black, but a complexionMore rare than either ;she that is the crowneOf my entire affection isbrown,And yet shees faire, 'tis strange, how can it be,That two complexions should in one agree ?Do I love Brown, my love can please mine eye,And sate my narrow'st curiosity,If I like faire, she hath so sweet a grace,That I could leave an Angell for her face,Let any judge then, which complexion's rarest,In my opinion, she is brown that's fairest.