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The Delights of the Muses
By RICHARD CRASHAW, some-
The second Edition wherein are added divers
Printed for Humphrey Moseley and are to be sold at his shop at the Princes Armes in St. Pauls Church-yard
SAINT MARY MAGDALENE, OR,
Lo! where a wounded heart with bleeding eyes conspire, Is she a flaming fountain or a weeping fire?
AIL, sister springs !
Parents of silver-footed rills!
Thawing crystal! snowy hills
Heavens thy fair eyes be;
'Tis seed-time still with thee;
And stars thou sow'st, whose harvest dares Promise the Earth to countershine
Whatever makes Heaven's forehead fine.
But we are deceived all :
Upwards thou dost weep,
Heaven's bosom drinks the gentle stream. Where th' milky rivers creep,
Thine floats above, and is the cream. Waters above th' heavens, what they be We are taught best by thy tears and thee.
Every morn from hence,
A brisk cherub something sips,
Adds sweetness to his sweetest lips;
When some new bright guest
The dew no more will weep
Not the soft gold which
When Sorrow would be seen
In her brightest majesty:
Then is she dress'd by none but thee.
2 Obscure, possibly an evergreen shrub, a species of Anthospermum, whose leaves when bruised smell sweetly. But the tears of birds were said in old times to become amber. Cf. also Othello, V. 2
"Of one, whose subdued eyes Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum."