In Celia's face

In Celia'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, replied 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 unlocked their pearly treasure;

And bade Love judge whether did add more grace

Weeping, or smiling pearls, to Celia's face?