Garden of earthly delights

Bosch. Garden of earthly delights. And would you see my lady s face It is a flowery garden place Where knots of beauty have such grace That all is work and nowhere space It is a sweet delicious morn Where day is breeding, never born It is a meadow yet unshorn Which thousand flowers do adorn It is the heavens bright reflex Weak eyes to dazzle and to vex It is the idea of her sex Whose envy does the world perplex It is a sweet delicious morn Where day is breeding, never born It is a meadow yet unshorn Wh