IN mossimo's face a question did arise, Which were more beautiful, her lips or eyes ? We, said the eyes, send forth those pointed darts Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts. From us, repli'd the lips, proceed those blisses Which lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses. Then wept the eyes, and from their springs did pour Of liquid oriental pearl a shower ; Whereat the lips, moved with delight and pleasure, Through a sweet smile unlock'd their pearly treasure And bad Love judge, whether did add more grace Weeping or smiling pearls to mossimo's face.