Tamar looketh up, like the stars shine her eyes, Beriah appears, and Satan's self flies. Tamar's form divine excites angels' desire, Beriah e'en crows with dismay might inspire. Tamar, like the sun, makes all things bright appear, Beriah were an omen, if seen at New Year. Tamar is most lovely and fair to distraction, Beriah gives mankind of love not a fraction. Tamar, bright as the moon, is yet e'er full of light, Beriah might be queen 'mongst the fiends of the night. Tamar, would I were a flower, tender and sweet, To be trampled to earth by her pretty feet. Beriah 'tis from fear of beholding her face That Messiah delayeth in showing his grace. Tamar is enchanting, delighting the eyes, Beriah a nightmare in woman's disguise. Some beautiful lyrics devoted to the same subject are to be found in the sixteenth chapter of the _Machberoth_, two of which, under the respective headings “Thine Eyes” and “Paradise and Hell,” run as follows:— Thine Eyes. Thine eyes are as bright, O thou sweetest gazelle, As the glittering rays of the sun's golden spell, And thy face glows as fair in the light of the day As the red blushing sky when the morning is gay. Thy tresses of gold are as neatly bedight, As though they were wrought by enchantment's kind might; Thou openest thy lips in a smile or a sigh, And thy pearly teeth gleam like the stars in the sky. Ah, shall I praise the bright charm of thine eyes, That move every heart, that win all by surprise? For peerless thy charms, and unequalled thy birth; _Thou_ art of heaven, all _others_ of earth. Paradise and Hell. At times in my spirit I fitfully ponder, Where shall I pass after death from this light, Do heaven's bright glories await me, I wonder, Or Lucifer's kingdom of darkness and night? In the one, though 'tis perhaps of ill reputation, A crowd of gay damsels will sit by my side; But in heaven there's boredom and mental starvation, To hoary old men and old crones I'll be tied. And so I will shun the abodes of the holy, And fly from the sky, which is dull, so I deem; Let hell be my dwelling; there is no melancholy, Where love reigns for ever and ever supreme.