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Or'e beauty's face seeming to hide
A man, whose tuned humors be
A seat of rarest harmony?
Wouldst' see blith lookes, fresh cheekes begui Age? wouldst see december smile?
Wouldst' see nests of new roses grow
In a bed [o]f re[v]erend snow?
In summe, wouldst see a man that can
Whose latest & most leaden houres
Fall with soft wings, stuck with soft flowres
Soul & body part like freinds;
This rare one, reader, wouldst thou see?
Ope whose weak beeing ruin'd is
The starres have not a possibility
Of blessing Thee.
If thinges then from their end we happy call,
Who in stead of doing so, devourst it quite.
The joyes which we intire should wed
Good fortunes without gain imported be
Such mighty custom's paid to Thee.
For joy like wine kep't close, does better tast;
Hope fortun's cheating lottery
Where for one prize, an hundred blankes there be.
Thinne empty cloud which th-ey deceives
A cloud which gilt & painted now appeares
The merryer fool oth two, yet quite as mad.
That blow'st the chymick & the lover's fire.
Still leading them insensibly'on
And th'other chases woman;
& turnes then hunted nature knowes.
Ear hope! earth's dowry, & heavn's debt!
Substantial shade! whose sweet allay
Fates cannot find out a capacity
Of hurting thee.
From Thee their lean dilemma, with blunt horn,
Because that from the bridall c[h]eek of blisse
Hope's chast stealth harmes no more joye's maidenhead
Fair hope! our earlyer heav'n by thee
Young time is taster to eternity.
Thy generous wine with age growes strong, not sowre.
Thy golden, growing, head never hangs down
It falls; and dyes! o no, it melts away
As does the dawn into the day.
As lumpes of sugar loose themselves; and twine
Fortune? alas, above the world's low warres Hope walks; & kickes the curld heads of conspiring Her keel cutts not the waves where These winds st Fortune's whole lottery is one blank to her.
Sweet hope! kind cheat! fair fallacy by thee We are not WHERE nor What we be, But WHAT & WHERE we would be. Thus art the Our absent PRESENCE, and our future Now. Faith's sister! nurse of fair desire! Fear's anti[dot]e! a wise & well-stay'd fire! Temper twixt chill despair, & torrid joy! Queen Regent in yonge love's minority!
Though the vext chymick vainly chases
True hope's a glorious hunter & her chase,